Mr.Clifford

Mr. Neighbor

Kaylas P.O.V
I left the campus and made my way to a small coffee shop near my house.
I parked in front of the shop and walked to the order table.
"Can I get a Java Bean frappe?" I asked the girl.
"Yes, ma'am." She said turning around making my drink.
"That will be $4.50" she said handing me my drink.
I handed her the money and walked to a table.
I got my laptop out and got on Facebook. I heard the door open and close then heard a familiar voice.
Mr.clifford?
I come here almost every day and never see him here.

I looked up and seen him staring at me.
He got his drink and started walking towards me. I look down like I didn't notice him as he sat in the seat in front of me.
"Hey Kira." he said.
"Why are you sitting here?" I asked him
"Shouldn't you be in class?" He asked avoiding my question.
"No, I only had one class this morning." I said looking at my laptop.
"So Kira, where do you live?" He asked. I'm pretty sure he is getting my name wrong intentionally.
"My name isn't Kira its kayla." I said to him rolling my eyes.
"Oh, ha sorry Kayla." He said smirking.
"How old are you? Caues you look way too young to be a teacher." I said frustrated.
"I'm 21 and I'm old enough to be teaching." He replied.
I just realized he had an Australian accent.
"Are you from Australia?" I said curiously.
"Yea I am.. Wait so you can ask my age and where I'm from, but when I ask where you live you ignore me?" He said still smirking.

I ignored him again.
I took the last sip of my drink, closed my laptop, and walked outside to my car. I got in and attempted to start my car. But it wouldn't start. I got out and stood there.
"Ugh!" I yelled, kicking the side of my car.
I stood leaning over my car, when I felt a tap on my shoulder.
I turned around and it was Mr.Clifford.
"What?" I said in a sour tone.
"Would you like a ride home?" He asked.
"Sure." I said getting my backpack, and keys out of my car and locking it.
He walked over to a spray painted constructions
van and opens the passenger door.
"Get in." He said helping me in.
He got in on his side and started the van.
"So where do you live?" He said smirking.
" two blocks down this street, make a right, and it's in that big yellow house." I said.
He drove two blocks down the street and took a right, dropping me off at my house.
"Bye" he said as I got out.
"Bye" I said back.
I stood on my porch until he drove away.
In stead of leaving this street he drove three houses down and parked in the drive way.
"Oh my gosh, no." I said walking in my house.