strafford, caleb xenos

full name Caleb Xenos Strafford
nicknames Cale
type Original
gender Male
age Twenty
birthday May fourteenth
group College student
clique Does not apply
grade Sophomore in college
sexuality Heterosexual
occupation Cashier at a store
face claim Avan Jogia
alias Nova

persona
Rebellious, inconsiderate, stubborn, flirtatious, irresponsible, independent, insensitive, confident, flexible, guarded, friendly, expansive, adaptive, insincere, cheerful, blunt, outgoing, social, nonchalant, unreliable.

life
Uhm...not sure what to say. People don't usually ask me to talk a bit about myself. I never really found the need to make any introductions or tell anecdotes about my life because most of the people I hang with are interested in sex and a good time. Who'd bother with finding the life story of a one night stand? But yeah, I'll stop stalling now.

So personality-wise, I think I'm pretty fun to be around. I'm an okay guy to hang out with as long as you're looking to just relax and have fun. I'll party, let loose, get trashed, and even experiment with drugs a little, but I'm not interested in getting hooked onto anything. I like sex with no strings attached, so I have quite a few female friends who like my company. It's not that I hate relationships. Very few women manage to make themselves mean anything to me, and what's the point of wasting time in a relationship I couldn't give a damn about? I know I’m pretty immature and irresponsible, but I can act like a semi good influence when it’s called for since I have somewhat of a serious side.

As for my history, it's nothing special. My parents and I were polar opposites, so it was kind of a given that we'd clash on a lot of things. I didn't like staying at home all the time because there was just so much out there in the world, waiting for me to explore it. I really just didn't want to deal with my parents and all their ridiculous expectations. Call me ungrateful if you want. At first they tried to change me, thinking that stupid punishments would teach me a lesson, but in the end, they just couldn't be bothered to spare anymore energy into trying to reform me into a good boy. They focused on my younger sister because she was just so damn perfect with everything she did. They would smile and praise everything she did, and they would just shake their heads in disappointment and turn away when they saw me. I wanted that. I made friends with kids who only wanted to party and get wasted, and I would stumble home in the middle of the night dead drunk or high, or I wouldn't even be able to make it home because I was so trashed. I guess you could call me a lost cause since not even my own parents wanted to bother with me. They didn't really care as long as I didn't end up getting dragged home in a pair of handcuffs, and I liked being able to roam free to do whatever I wanted.

I got into a sort of whirlwind lifestyle that consisted of partying and hooking up. I think I might've even dropped out of school if my parents didn't threaten to kick me out if I did. I was an immature moron, but I wasn't stupid enough to think I could survive on my own, so I decided to stay in school and pass my classes with hardly decent grades. I never really minded because I was having fun, and I thought that I could really live this way. But as we all know, all good things must come to an end. My end came in the form of a woman stopping at my doorstep and telling me her name was Addison and that I was the father of her kid. Insert record-scratch stop here. Me? Father? I couldn’t be bothered to give a shit about my current family, much less some whiny crying thingy-creature that constantly needed my attention. At age seventeen, I’m not made to be responsible and put together. But honestly, having a kid was never too much of a farfetched idea. I had some pretty bad bed-hopping tendencies, and stopping in the middle of getting hot and heavy with a chick to put on a condom wasn’t something I always thought about. It's one of those huge teenage problems that we never think will happen until it does. I just sort of stood and gaped in shock while she told me to take responsibility for something that I was partially at fault in making. For God’s sake, I didn’t even remember ever sleeping with her.

Obviously, I tried to refuse, and Addison wouldn’t take no for an answer. I was blunt and refused to get involved. She kicked me in the shin and pulled me down to her height by the hair and cursed me out, telling me that I was the shitty gunk that people stepped on and scraped off against sidewalks. When being an angry bitch didn’t work, she faked a few tears and launched into some sob story about how she sacrificed everything to raise the kid right, and she needed my help. Seeing that sealed the deal because she was damn good at guilt-tripping me. I did what any good guy would do and reluctantly proposed to get married when we turned eighteen, but she threw my proposal right back at my face. She said she didn’t want some fucked up marriage resulting out of guilt and accidental kid. I think I began to fall in love with her then.

Like I said, she wouldn’t marry me, and I was glad because I wasn’t ready for that. I wasn’t exactly ready to be a dad either, but it wasn’t like I had much of a choice at that point. I met the kid a few times, and she was this bubbly, ball of smiles named Skyler. She was a sickly little girl, but she was really trusting and sweet, and it was easy to love her. The prospect of raising a kid with a woman seemed possible, and by the end of the month, she moved into my house. I had no clue where she was from and what she wanted for the future, but my parents thought it'd be a wise idea for her to stay around me so we could get to know each other better. Obviously they weren't exactly letting me run away either, and everything around me just seemed to suggest that I might as well give the whole daddy thing a chance. Before long, I got this awkward balancing act of being a dad, going to school, and doing the part time job thing. It was pretty rough to handle, but I thought it was worth it. Skyler was awesome, and Addison was really making a place for herself in my heart. Sometimes she was a vicious bitch, but other times, she was sugary sweet. She killed my partying and whoring habits because whenever it seemed like I was itching to go out, she’d drag me to her bed and we would cuddle. It sounds pathetic, I know, but she was really good at it. I would literally just soften up and stay there all night, feeling pretty damn loved.

The world works in funny ways though. One minute you’re on top of the world, and the next you’re just the bitch that it shoves around for fun. It was stupid because I never really knew Addison that well, but I think I loved her. Or maybe it was just the idea of her. It doesn’t really matter either way. I ended up proposing again after around a year. You know, diamond ring, down on one knee, romantic dinner, and all? She accepted, and at that point, nothing seemed to exist outside of our world. It was probably naive of me to think so, but I thought I was prepared to have a family to raise. I dreamed of moving out and living with her, working to support our little family, the whole shebang.

Honestly, things just never work out the way they should. The engagement was supposed to really glue the family together. But then the accident happened, and things fell apart. Skyler died. Saying it sounds cold and factual, but it was never that simple. Her health was always something we worried about, hence she got daily visits to a doctor. The day started off normally enough. Addison was taking her for a routine check-up. Just something to make sure she would be alright. I smiled, wished them goodbye and said I’d be waiting when they got back. I promised to take them out for ice cream later. It never happened, and the goodbye was final. On the way to the doctor’s office, they were T-boned by a fuck-up who decided it'd be a good idea to get behind the wheel when buzzed. I remember the urgent phone call I got from my parents when I got pulled out of school. I remember the pictures that were published when the accident was mentioned in the papers and on the news. Broken, twisted pieces of metal, sirens screeching, everything in a state of panic and chaos. I prayed to a God that I didn’t believe in for them to be alright and rushed to the hospital with my parents.

Eighteen years of doubting an intangible existence got its payback, and it was definitely a bitch. Skyler died on impact, and Addison sustained some serious injuries that left her in critical condition and in a coma. I became a wreck and practically lived at the hospital as I waited for Addison to wake up. Maybe, just maybe, we could get through this tragedy together. I was by her side when she first woke up, and she wouldn’t talk to me. She just had this faraway look as if she weren’t really there. Even though patience wasn’t in my nature, I waited for her to say something. Anything. I couldn’t push her because I understand how absolutely fucked up it felt for everything to go so wrong. But she never said anything. She just got up and disappeared one day, leaving the ring behind for me to keep as a memoir of her or something. It was complete bullshit, but for some reason I still have that ring. I don't know why. But she walked right out of the hospital when I was impatiently waiting for school to end so I could go see her again. It was a finishing blow. I really went up the walls. Went home, went through my parents' liquor cabinet, and got wasted the same way I did before Addison had kicked my partying habits aside. It felt like a betrayal on top of tragedy, and I was sure that the first place I went wrong was the day I was guilt-tripped into getting involved with her. I should have stayed strong and turned away. I never should have gone against everything I stood for to be sweet and trust her. Relationships were the sort of thing I really hated, so why change that?

Everything was a mistake from the start. I learned that lesson the hard way and promised myself that I’d never be stupid enough to fall prey to silly ideas like love and settling down ever again. I drank and partied my way back to a normality I had enjoyed a year prior to everything, and the transition was blissfully welcome. I locked up the room she stayed in while she lived with me because it was only full of bad memories and I tried to act like she never existed. A good pattern of school, awkward slash pitiful glances from my parents, and going wild was a good thing.

It was surprisingly easy to fall back into old habits, and I somehow made it through senior year without completely falling apart. I'm in college now, and it's been two years since the thing with Addison, but I guess my life isn’t too bad. There’s occasional bump in the road, but I can deal with that. No one asks too much about me, and that’s alright with me; I like to keep my past buried in a deep grave where it belongs. Part of me wanted to skip out on a college education, but that was another thing my parents insisted on, so I balance a few electives with a part-time job to pay for it all, and in my down time, I enjoy partying and hooking up the way I used to. It doesn't feel the same, but I need something to preoccupy my time while I try to get through the murky crap that's called the future in order to make myself somewhat of a decent human being when I'm older and completely on my own. So maybe the past couple of years wasn't all rainbows and unicorns and daisies. Does it really matter?

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