Alex got out of bed with a groan and rubbed his temples. He hardly even recognized what day it was until he opened his eyes and checked his phone. His birthday. He’d be turning 21, and would finally get to telepathically talk to his soulmate.
Nerves were hitting, so he didn’t want to rush in out of the gate. Instead, he focused on throwing some clothes on and making his way out the door. A baggy oversized tee shirt and jeans never hurt, considering he wasn’t going to be doing anything particularly athletic. The harsh sun at football practice might make him regret it, but at least he’d simply be sitting. Alex adjusted his bag on his shoulder as he made his way down to his first class.
Today would be weird, if anything.
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