After a few awkward stares and short response to Kalie question, she finally nodded for the last time.
"No I'm sure there are no love interest in my life" I reassure her,
She eyes me suspiciously but finally smiles, "okay, fine but I know you have to think some one is cute. I think Robert's cute from calculus class." she huffs, an old pick up truck had pulled over along the curb,
"Really?"
"What?"
"He's a douche bag Kalie"
"No he's not?!"
"He issss"
"No, well ok maybe a little but he's cute!" She looks over her shoulder. "I better get going, my mom is here."
I turn around too and catch a glimpse of Kalie's mom eagerly waving back as I wave hello.
"See you tomorrow" her voice trails off into the thick air.
"Bye"
I feel a sudden buzz sound on my pocket, I take my phone out to see a new message from my mom,
'Hurry home, the lasagna finally came out perfect'
I silently laugh to myself, I could imagine her face in triumph.
'Cant wait, on my way!!!!' I send back,
I walk across the empty parking lot towards my old Toyota, it wasn't terrible but it was not its best shape either.
I take a few steps foreword and "oww" I accidentally hit the tip of my toe against the cars' wheel, "Stupid car" I mumble, this was actually my moms first car when she was a teen. You can imagine how old it was.
The air had gotten cold, that felt to send chills down my spine. The clouds has nearly covered the sky. I was beginning to feel panicky, there was no around and half the teachers in our school has left.
I hear a faint, familiar sound, something sweet and smooth.
"I thought you be home by now?"
I spun around and held my hand against my chest, I hyperventilated as I stepped back.
"I'm so sorry I didn't mean to scare you" Mr. Calvin said, he carried a satchel bag with a couple of books in hand. My eyes traveled to his worried expression as he searched in his bag.
"It's ok" I mumble nervously
"I'm sorry, everybody has left would've thought you have too" he continues to walk towards his car across from mine.
"oh, um I was waiting with a friend to go home first, so she wouldn't be alone"
He nodded in response, and takes his keys out, automatically unlocking the doors to his new car.
My fingers trembled as I placed my key on the ignition. I could feel as if his eyes are piercing behind my back. I felt exposed and ashamed that I was driving this junk of a car.
I turn the key, nothing happens.
What the..
Again, I turn the key of the ignition. A choking sound leaks out.
"Come on, come on" I mumble, this car better not die on me.
I put more force on the ignition but barely does anything.
"Please turn on" I slightly rub edge of the wheel, "I promise I'll get you fixed up" I begin to yell.
Nothing.
I throw my hands down and rest my head on the wheel. This can't be happening, especially not with Mr. Calvin close by.
I hear a soft tap on the window.
I look up and see, Mr. Calvin's lanky body hovering close to the window, his finger pressed against the glass.
I roll the window down.
"Is your car working?"
I glance blankly at the key in the ignition and back at him, "I don't think so,"
"Let me see if anythings wrong with it,"
After I had gotten out of the car, he spent a couple of minutes checking the engine before he stood up as he wiped his hands on a rag, "I don't think I'll be able to fix it, it seems the wires are worn out. Its getting pretty dark..."
There was a short silence, I peeked down at his boots as he finished wiping his hands.
"Do you want a ride home?"
Startled I look upon his face, I could feel my face heat up. I hope he didn't notice.
"Umm"
"I know it might seem unprofessional of me, unless you want to family member to......"
"No" I cut him off "I would like a ride home, if it won't bother you" I stutter.
He smiles and nods, "It won't be a problem."
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The drive home was quiet but a nice kind of quite.
Every once in a while I would gaze upon his face as he drove, his cool blue eyes fully concentrated on the road ahead and his tousled locks of hair pressed back against the little sweat that were against his ears. It made him look cute.
A wave of guilt spread over me, I felt bad for making him take his time in taking me home as well as helping with my car. He had called his insurance company and promised my car would be at my house by tomorrow. He was already doing so much in helping me.
I press my palms together, trying to seem preoccupied
"you can turn on the radio if you want" he finally says,
I lean over and turn it on "Do you prefer any station?"
"No, it doesn't matter. Any music station is fine."
I flicker through a hip hop station, and a Spanish folk station. Mr. Calvin chuckles as I change it to some confusing foreign station, I laugh along. I keep changing it until I find a good old song, something that I would normally listen in daily basis.
I lean back,
"Hmmm, haven't heard The Doors in a long time"
"You listen to them?"
"Used to, " he glances, "was a big fan of The Ramones and The clash too. You're a fan?"
"Yeah" I reply
I shift a little, I had no idea Mr. Calvin has such good music taste a big plus to him. He was perfect.
"Yeah those were the good old days...." he continues but pauses, the excitement in his voice fades away.
I wondered why, a bad memory?
The car abruptly stop, "Is this your house?"
I grab my things without checking outside but instead gaze at Mr. Calvin, I can't help but to wonder what had brought his mood down. I felt this tug in my chest that I couldn't explain and it was not that the fact that I was freaking out inside because I was in Mr. Calvin's car but actually that there was something that didn't seem right.
"Um, Thanks Mr. Calvin for helping me with my car and taking me home"
"Yeah, no problem"
"Thanks a lot" I repeat as I get off,
He smiles, "See you tomorrow."
I shut the door and nervously walk to the front door of my house but before opening I look behind me and catch a glimpse of Mr. Calvin looking at me before his speeds off in the open road of darkness.
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