Age is just a number

Chapter 3

**Kyle's POV**
I have over 100 messages from Larissa. I've been trying avoid having to explain myself to her. I had to leave. The whole thing was so messed up that I had no choice. My mom. My mom was what messed up my chance of being with Larissa.
**Flashback**
"Kyle,sweetie. Go back to college or you'll never get a real job. You'll live on the streets forever and I am NOT letting you live with me." My mom said.
"I will. Just give me time, I really just wanna stay here. Just take a break.." I said.
My mom sighed, "Who is she?"
I looked away and just took a deep breath, "Larissa. Her names Larissa and she's so beautiful. Mom, when I first saw her I couldn't help but fall for her. To just have her as a friend atleast. And me leaving will mess up my chance of being with her."
My mom looked at me, "Kyle, what's the point of having a girl, if you can't support her or you? If you go to college, finish and get a job your life will be much happy. I promise."
**Flashback over**
I guess she didn't ruin it now that I look back. But Larissa doesn't know how I feel about her, not a clue. She's not going to let me explain. As of now she probably hates me.

**The next day**
The bell rang and I dreaded to get out of bed. Class started in two hours, and I needed to finish my report.
I got up and just combed my hair. I threw on some jeans and a blue short sleeved pocket shirt. I put on my white sneakers. I quickly shaved and brushed my teeth.
I then sat down at my desk and starting to type. This report was due before midnight and I only had 3,000 words. I needed atleast 7,000. I typed and typed and while I was typing I found myself typing stuff about Larissa. Her hair, smell, eyes,smile. Everything I loved about her. Which was everything.

I deleted everything about Larissa and got up to go to the lobby. I really needed something to eat, and coffee.
I got some eggs and bacon. Plus a cup of coffee. Every other guy was still asleep. Every girl was awake. Being the only guy in the lobby, was strange. All I could smell was cheap perfume and all I heard was gossip, and all I was was girls putting on makeup or texting.

** Later that day**
I went to class as usual. All I heard was stupid lectures about how we are "selfish humans" and "need to help others", which I agree, but the lecture was because Angela Thomas couldn't help the Professor because she was busy doing homework.
I just ignored it, I pulled out my phone and started to play Flappy Bird.
Just as soon as I hit 45, I got a text.

Larissa: I see where we stand now. I thought we were friends, or had atleast a connection and you haven't called,texted, or anything.

I saw the message and knew I should reply. It would hurt her even more if I didn't, but now it's just not the time. I need to atleast finish this course, which is only three more weeks. I don't know if I can go that long without Larissa.
Maybe I should just tell her.

Me: Larissa, I'm sorry. I've decided to go back to college early and finish it. I only have a few more months and I need to get my life together. I know it was wrong of me to not tell anyone, but I just didn't want to see you hurt. Once I'm done with this course I will blow up your phone until I need to focus once again.
Love you , Kyle.

As soon as I pressed send the bell rang and I ran out of class. Larissa,Larissa,Larissa.... She was the only thing processing in my mind. I couldn't wait for the reply. Now, I know how she felt. She left traded and like I didn't care. Which I did. I was doing this so we could be together and right now, I can't even focus on school.

I was in my room almost asleep when my phone started going off.

Larissa: You still should of told me.. I care about you. Even if it is strange for a 23 year old and a 16 year old to be friends, but your one of the bestest friends beside Aria that I've ever had. Next time, let me know. Okay? You have no idea how worried I was! Okay?! I was crying because you just acted like I didn't matter enough to know that you were going back to college. Well, I guess you can text me back if you want. Love you..

Me: I didn't tell you, because I couldn't bare to see you cry. You do mean a lot to me. A lot I mean a lot. We're best friends. Actually no, I don't wanna be just best friends. I want to be more. You mean a lot to me. You brung the sun back into my life and I'm not letting go. I Love you..

I put my phone down. This was enough for one night. Enough stress. Telling people my feelings. I just needed to sleep. Just sleep..