Age is just a number

Chapter 4

**Larissa's POV**
It's been half a month, and I'm not allowed to talk to Kyle. Mom said.
*Flashback*
"Larissa! Who's texting you?" My mom asked while we were eating dinner.
"Uh Aria." I said NOT wanting my mom to know about Kyle.
"Give me your phone. Now." Mom said holding her hand out as a signal.
I handed her my phone and didn't know what to do.
"LARISSA BROOKE SMITH! A 23 year old? No. I'm taking this away. And if I even hear of you speaking to him then I'm having your number changed." My mom argued.
I didn't bother to argue back. Mom was already in a bad mood. Arguing would just get my phone thrown away.
*Kyle's POV*
Larissa hasn't replied in days. I'm guessing she's done with me, or she's still thinking up an argument. Either way. If she didn't want to reply I understood. But I just need 2 more weeks. Just two. And I'll go win her heart.

** A few days later**
Not a day goes by that I don't think of Larissa. I mean, who wouldn't. She's perfect. I can't even concentrate on my work without thinking of her.
I was doing my homework. Yes, college kids still get homework, but while I was doing my homework I kept finding myself looking at my phone. I needed to talk to her, but then again it'd be better if I would just wait.
I mean if she really loved me she would wait? Right? I mean there's always the possibility of her getting tired of waiting, but she wouldn't.... Would she?
WAIT, what if she does! What if she decides she doesn't love me. What if she leaves me, well she can't leave. She was never mine in the first place. So I couldn't possibly lose her heart. I would just loose her perfection.

**Later that day**
I was close to being asleep, when my phone kept buzzing. It was my mom.

"Hey mom? What's up?" I said answering.
"Sweetie, I-I don't know how to tell you this." She said obviously holding back tears.
"What? Is it dad? Daniel? Caroline?? What?!" I said shouting.
"It's the college thing. You can't go there anymore." She said.
"But mom, I really need this. Why?"
"Kyle, your father wants all of his money back and unfortunately half of that was used to pay for you to go to this college. And if I get the money back your college classes and everything else will no longer be paid for. "
"HE CAN WAIT! I'll call him myself. He'll listen to me!"

I hung up on my mom and dialed my dad's number.
"Kyle, how's my boy?" He asked.
"Stop. Mom told me about you wanting money. Dad, do you realize half of that is for college?"
"Son, I had no idea. But times are tough. I really need the money to pay for my bills."
I could of screamed at him, but I didn't.
"You don't want me to finish college? This is really important to me. I need to finish, dad how will I ever get a job?" I asked.
"Of course, but I don't want to be living on the streets! Bye. My decision has been made. I'm taking my money."
I was about to scream at him , but he had already hung up. I need to tell someone. Maybe my consular.

I went to Karen, the counselor after lunch. She basically told me there was nothing to do other then just, deal with it. Great. I have no one. Nothing that can help me stay in school.