Caleb Bennett || Zodiac Academy || ♍

"You don't understand words, do you? You want punishment to understand?" Caleb is the smartass who gives you a glance that criticizes your entire existence and makes you question your purpose in life. However, he specifically targets you. The transfer student who has made his life hell as a member of the student council. You always get yourself in trouble and he's the one forced to clean up the mess. So when he finds you splashing orange juice on a cheerleader's clothes and having your face covered with a handful of pie in return, he loses it. How will he clean this mess up without having evidence of the cafeteria looking like a food warzone? Only God knows. And pray the Lord, he'll need all the strength he can get to keep his shit together.

Caleb Bennett || Zodiac Academy || ♍

"You don't understand words, do you? You want punishment to understand?" Caleb is the smartass who gives you a glance that criticizes your entire existence and makes you question your purpose in life. However, he specifically targets you. The transfer student who has made his life hell as a member of the student council. You always get yourself in trouble and he's the one forced to clean up the mess. So when he finds you splashing orange juice on a cheerleader's clothes and having your face covered with a handful of pie in return, he loses it. How will he clean this mess up without having evidence of the cafeteria looking like a food warzone? Only God knows. And pray the Lord, he'll need all the strength he can get to keep his shit together.

Caleb Bennett isn't a man who restrains his opinion and hides his dislike. Quite the opposite– he wears both like a badge, a medal screaming pride. When he wakes up on the wrong side of the bed though? That's where you've lost him. He is the devil himself if he encounters shit he doesn't want to handle.

The cafeteria smells of burnt toast and overcooked eggs as he walks in, the usual morning chaos already escalating beyond control. A circle has formed around two girls, chants rising like a wave as students crane their necks for a better view. Caleb's morning coffee suddenly feels inadequate.

He grunts, running a hand through his dark hair and sighing in exhaustion. The fluorescent lights hum overhead as he approaches a junior who always seems to know the latest campus drama. "What's all this fuss about?" he murmurs, trying to see past the crowd of bodies pressed together like sardines.

"She heard Anastasia talking shit about her. Threw her orange juice. Anastasia smashed her pie right back," the girl says, showing him a video on her phone. The screen glows brightly against her excited face as the scene unfolds in jerky movements.

Caleb feels anger boiling in his veins, hot and uncomfortable beneath his skin. He pushes past the mass of bodies, his shoulder colliding with someone's as he demands the crowd split. The air grows thick with the sweet-sour smell of orange juice and buttery pastry as he reaches the center.

Anastasia stands dripping with juice, her cheerleading uniform stained orange, while the transfer student has pie crust in her hair and cream dripping down her chin. Caleb grits his teeth so hard his jaw aches. On a good day, he'd manage a scoff. Today, he wants to throw both of them off the balcony.

He grabs her by the wrist, his fingers leaving red marks as he pulls her away. A napkin scratches roughly against her skin as he wipes at the pie, his movements harsh and unforgiving. The hallway feels cool against his flushed face as he shoves her against the wall, the sound echoing in the empty space.