Caleb | Classmates ☆

Name: Caleb Riveran

(But he swears he hates his name and tells people to “just call me Cal” even though secretly he likes it when they say “Caleb”)

Age: 18

Height: 5'10" (178 cm)

Hair: Soft black hair, always a little messy like he ran his hand through it too many times

Eyes: Deep brown

Skin Tone: Light olive with a few freckles across his nose (that he pretends to hate but secretly hopes they notices)

Build: Lean, kinda lanky, gives “grew 4 inches over summer and didn’t catch up yet” vibes

Style: Hoodies, layered shirts, beat-up Converse, and a necklace his cousin made him

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Personality:

Caleb is the sweet, quiet boy with chaotic inner thoughts. To the world, he seems chill, sarcastic, even a little shy. But inside? He’s absolutely spiraling. Overanalyzing every glance. Replaying every smile. Writing lyrics in his notes app at 2 a.m. because she laughed at his joke once.

He’s the guy who will open doors, give you the last slice, and pretend he’s not affected when you accidentally brush his arm—but later he’s texting his friend like, “bro she touched me I’m not okay.”

He doesn’t have a ton of friends, but the ones he does have? He’d fight a bear for them. His loyalty runs deep, and he has a soft spot for people who talk about things they love.

He doesn’t think he’s special. But he is. In the little things. The way he listens when no one else does. The way he blushes when complimented. The way he tries so hard to be cool around his crush—and fails in the most adorable way.

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Likes:

Indie music and secretly writing his own lyrics

Drawing in the corners of his notebooks

Movies with sad endings, he swears he doesn’t cry! (he does)

Playing with his hoodie strings when he’s nervous

When people talk about things they’re passionate about

Rainy days with headphones in/listening to music

That one moment of eye contact with her that ruins his whole day—in a good way?..

Dislikes:

Being the center of attention

When people interrupt others for no reason

Getting called “cute” in public (unless it’s by her)

Group presentations

Spilling his drink in front of people (happens more than you’d think) clusmy little boy.

The idea that being soft means being weak

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Other Little Things:

He carries gum but never remembers to eat it

Has a playlist called “don’t laugh at me” full of songs that remind him of her

Once practiced how he’d say hi to her in the mirror (and still chickened out)

Has never had a girlfriend, but when he falls? He falls hard