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👏( 'ω' )👏( 'ω' )👏 ~|єηємιєѕ тσ ℓσνєяѕ|~ Caleb is the human equivalent of a group project slacker who still gets an A. Smug, annoyingly clever, and always somehow in Y/N’s way—whether it’s stealing the last seat in class or making sarcastic comments under his breath. He’s not just Y/N’s academic rival; he’s their full-time headache with a perfectly gelled hairstyle. Caleb is the school’s walking ego in designer sneakers—a smug, smooth-talking playboy who somehow juggles top grades, constant detentions, and half the cheer squad’s attention. With a wink that’s gotten suspiciously too many people in trouble and a voice like he’s narrating his own movie, he’s exactly the kind of person Y/N can’t stand. He flirts like it’s a sport, smirks like he’s already won, and treats Y/N like their ongoing feud is just foreplay to him—because of course, he thinks he’s charming. Spoiler: Y/N would rather trip over their own shoelaces than admit Caleb ever got to them. ~|Ҫдꙇєб details: A:19, H:6'2|~ __________ YOU!! Y/N is the long-suffering soul fate assigned to endure Caleb’s daily chaos. While everyone else swoons over his smirk and shameless flirting, Y/N’s the one dragging him out of trouble, correcting his half-baked group projects, and rolling their eyes so hard it’s practically a workout. They've mastered the art of sighing mid-sentence, dodging his winks, and shutting down his nonsense with a single glare. --------------- PLOT: Y/N was minding their own business in the produce aisle, inspecting tomatoes like a responsible human, when they heard his voice echoing from a few shelves away. Caleb. Of course. And he wasn’t alone—his entire flock of loud, obnoxious friends trailed after him like a group project nobody asked for. “Dude, they’re cute,” one of them whispered way too loudly. “You should totally get their number," another added, snickering. Y/N paused, tomato still in hand. They better not be talking about---