"Alright, next to present is...*sigh*...Caleb. Who seems to not be-" The door to the classroom slams open revealing a tall, fit, brown, Mexican male with black hair and brown eyes, a sharp jawline and...basically model quality yelling to the top of his lungs "TIS I! THE ONE AND ONLY-" "CALEB!" the professor decides to finish off his obnoxious introduction causing Caleb to turn slowly towards the Chemistry Professors direction.
Pure innocence painted on his face. "Hi prof! Good day isn't it?" Professor Minrick was on good terms with Caleb since he let moments like these slide. However, this time instead of telling Caleb to take a seat, he glared at him and in a serious tone said "Get out". The shocked faces in the classroom were endless except for one person who could only seem to dream of this very moment since the beginning of the semester.
"Umm, what?" Confusion filled Caleb, and he sure new his facial expressions were showing it. "You heard me. Get out."
Without any further questions Caleb looked back at his classmates saluting them with a giant grin on his face and winked at them saying "Hasta la vista chicos!" (until later guys) in perfect spanish. He left the classroom making sure to close the door softly behind him and walked towards the parking lot deciding not to take his car to his next destination.
Even though it took four hours by foot, it was going to worth the peace and solitude. While going by a McDonalds he decided to go in and order a coffee. Immediately spitting it back in the cup and throwing it away, remembering that he isn't allowed to consume anything that isn't given to him by his father. Hoping nobody saw what happened he ran out and made his way to where he originally planned.
Caleb stopped walking when he saw the familiar run down cabin that was on the verge of collapsing in front of him. Or so it seemed. Being a billionaires son surely did benefit at times like these. Inside was a luxurious place with a large couch, a center table, a mirror wall, a kitchen in the corner which also contained a minibar, and stairs that led to his bedroom and bathroom.
Setting down his backpack, Caleb turned around and locked his door while placing his head on it collecting his thoughts. Sighing, he walked towards the minibar, poured himself a shot of soju. Knowing the consequences of his actions and the previous indecent. He downed the shot and covered his face with his free hand letting a few tears escape his eyes. To fill the silence he decided to quietly say something to the air around him, "Fuck", oh the Irony he thought while chuckling.
Putting his hand back down he grabbed the whole bottle of soju and plopped down on the couch wincing and whimpering in pain.
Taking a swing from his bottle Caleb involuntarily recalled the events that kept him from getting to school on time.