The Deception of Mr. John Klinert

In the winter of my junior year of high school Kelly Klinert's house was the spot to hangout at. Her house not only was enormous (when I would sleep there I had my own bedroom with a study and bathroom) but had an indoor pool, an arcade, and a really nice lounge room to hangout in. One December day, on a Friday after school we thought it would be a great idea to just go directly to Kelly's and start the weekend off early. Only a couple people went over in the day but we intended to have many people over that night. When we arrived at Kelly's house we quickly came to realize that we were the only ones in the house, her parents were no where to be found. Myself along with the 4 other people that were there (Kelly, Marc, Victoria and Juliana), thought nothing of it and proceeded to relax like we would otherwise. Around 9 o'clock, literally when we were just about to leave to go to our friend Gen's house for a party, Kelly's dad came home. None of us thought it was a big deal that we were there without parental supervision, but I guess we were wrong.
Mr. Klinert must have heard us talking and laughing downstairs, because he called Kelly up to talk and within 30 seconds the 4 of us left downstairs could hear screaming. Kelly was yelling at her dad and her dad back at her for having us over the house. About 5 minutes of this went by before Mr. Klinert came downstairs. "Kelly is not going out tonight guys so why don't I drive you home."
Absolutely freaked out I told him that it was no problem and Victoria had a car so we could all just go home with her so he wouldn't have to drive. Mr. Klinert being as intelligent as he is responded by saying that New Jersey law does not allow for teens with provisional licences to drive with more than two in the car...and we were a group of 4. What could I say to that? I still don't know how I ended up being the one to drive with Mr. Klinert but it happened. I got in the car...and like a 5 year old I sat in the back seat, he then told me that I could have the privilege of sitting in the front passenger seat. And with the argument that just happened with Kelly and him, I was not going to decline. As we started driving towards my house I received a text message from my buddy asking when I would be heading over to Gen's house for the party (which I had completely forgot about), but me being as smart as I am quickly responded to the text message saying I was being driven over now. I decided that I would tell Mr. Klinert that I lived on Kingston street, which just so happened to be the street that Gen lived on (Mr. Klinert didn't know this). As we were driving he was asking me about the lacrosse team and how we were going to be, and what classes I was taking in school all I answered not putting much thought into because I thinking about the task at hand. As we pulled on to Kingston street I was looking around to tell him which house was "my" house...I couldn't say Gen's because there would defiantly be kids and cars in the driveway. I just picked a random house, thanked Mr. Klinert and got out of the car...but he didn't leave and I couldn't go in this random house. Bing, light bulb went off, and I thought to myself I'll just walk around back. After about 5 minutes or so I left like the coast was clear and I began my jog over to Gen's house.
I got past about 5 or 6 houses when all of a sudden I heard, "Get in the car!" I jumped and turn to see Mr. Klinert and his black BMW. "Oh, come on! Just let me go," I responded. But I had no choice so I got in the car...the front seat this time. He began freaking out on me, asking me if I even played lacrosse and if my name was in fact Ryan Morgan, even though I had meet him numerous time before but that didn't seem to matter. This time I thought it would be best to tell him where I actually lived and he dropped me off there. I thought that maybe after time I would be able to leave and go to Gen's but that didn't happen. Mr. John Klinert sat in my driveway for 40 minutes (seriously) and my night was over.