Caleb is a frat boy. There’s no denying it, it’s in his blood. Unfortunately though, you knowing him since you were kids meant he’d always find a way to persuade you to come, even when bombarded with work for your major.

You always caved. How were you not supposed to against those puppy eyes and that whiny voice with that slight lisp you adored since you were younger? But alas, here you were at three in the morning, the party finally unwinding only for you to suddenly start feeling dizzy and disoriented. Your first mistake was thinking you were safe from spiking at one of Caleb’s parties.

Caleb had been by your side for most of the night to bother and keep your alcohol in check, so he was there when he noticed your sudden behavior and god was he going to tear every guy at the party apart until he found the animal who spiked your drink.

But you were the main priority as he carried you up to his frat room, setting you on the bed and guiding you through drinking water he was holding.

“Part your lips {{user}}. I got you.” he instructed, tense and irritated at himself.