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'Wrong number'I sent back to him. He responds almost instantly.
'I love you baby'
My heart flutters and I just stare at the text for a good minute.
'Marry me'he sends after I didn't respond for a while. My heart flutters even more than before.
'Hush. I love you too'I reply.
"Happy birthday, Azalea!" Abby catapults herself up onto my bed, bouncing like a crazy person. She hugs me tightly to her.
"Come on now let's get you up, get you dressed, and let's get this school day over with so we can go home for the weekend!" she pulls me up excitedly.
"It's supposed to be sundress weather today," she opens up my drawer and looks through the selection.
She tosses me a light pink sundress that ties on each shoulder. I change quickly then do what I need to do in the bathroom, including tinkle.
I send Grey a little mirror picture of the outfit too just because he likes to see them. He says he likes to see me but I think he secretly likes to see my cute dresses.
'You're making me horny.' he replies and I just sigh at the insane amount of romanticness the man has.
I go through the rest of the birthday texts I've gotten, mostly just from the guys. Duh, I don't really have any other friends.
By the end of the messages, I'm left wondering why mom hasn't sent me anything. I look at the digital clock on the counter. It's still morning time, maybe she's just not awake yet.
'You need a jacket it's chilly this morning'Grey sends and I smile. I send him an okay and finish getting my stuff together for my first class.
Nearly done with my second class of the day, I'm more fidgety than ever. Usually, I have a fidgeting and sittings-still problem but today I'm just out of control.
My mind is all over the place, my legs and feet are constantly moving, and my hands are continuously messing with something.
I cannot believe I'm twenty today. I'm an old fart.
"Miss Carson?"
I can't imagine how Grey feels. He's basically fifty.
"Miss. Carson."
Then again, when I woke up this morning I felt no difference. I feel the same today as I felt yesterday.
"Miss Carson!" the professor yanks the pen out of my hand and I jump in fright. I wince. I guess I was clicking it.
On my first day in this class, I may or may not have gotten here late. The only seats left available were near the very front. Everyone kinda has unassigned assigned seats.
So on either side of me sit two people who type down every single thing our professor does and says.
I feel dumb beside the two but I don't really have anywhere else I could sit.
"I'm really sorry. I'm extra fidgety today. I think it's because it's Friday and I want to go home. It's also my birthday so-"
"Well isn't that fun?" she smiles at me like she doesn't care at all.
"...Yes sir-I mean ma'am," I close my eyes tightly. I think I'm going to have to drop this class.
"Quiet, Miss Talkative," she looks down her nose at me. I crack my fingers just to fidget with something.
The cracks of my knuckles can be heard throughout the room pretty much.
