Part 4 (From Caryn's point of view)

Part 4:
I'm going to carry on in Caryn's POV. It's annoying writing like i'm stalking her.

Dad told me this morning that Mr Alex was coming round to look after me while he went to work. "Dad!" I said desperately, "Please! I will be fine!" Seeing him was the last thing I wanted. It made me feel sick at the thought. But Dad was not giving in. Mr Alex came around early. He looked strange dressed up like that. He was only maybe 19 but he had dressed like he was 50. I felt queasy looking at his cords and his leather jacket. After Dad had left, I give him a steely glare. "Hey, Car, don't look at me like that!" He said, pretending to put his hands up in surrender. "While you are here," I said angrily, "You will not flirt with me!" He drooped. I sighed. I went back to my room and sat up in bed and started Little Women again for about the hundredth time. I chanted along with little meg, fiesty Jo and peacemaker Beth. About and hour later, I snapped my book shut and walked downstairs. Mr Alex had fallen asleep. I walked past him and into the kitchen and there was a note pinned up on the memo board. It read, 'Caryn I'm sorry I acted that way to you. But you are such a shy, sweet, girl anyone could fall for you. If you want, we could just be friends. Or even just Teacher and Student. Please, Caryn. I just want you to love me back. Please don't keep with that teacher's pet name, Just call me Cal.' I snatched down the note and ripped it to pieces. I let the pieces of paper fall to the floor and fell on my knees and put my head in my hands. I suddenly smelt leather and a tender arm was around my shoulder. My head jerked. I looked at Cal. I suddenly felt my lips on his. We were kissing. I let go and rested my head on his shoulder. "Mr. Alex, I can't go on this way." I said. "It's not convienient." "I know.." He sighed. He tried to kiss me again and I pushed him away. He grabbed a hold of me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I unhooked myself and ran upstairs, a tear forming in the corner of my eye.