Chapter 2 THE REBELLIOUS PRINCE

• 2: The Rebellious Prince
• June 5, 2020
• 10:57PM Vancouver Canada
• "More beer!!"
• A drunk Caleb, who is a regular customer, screams from the table in the farthest corner of the room who seemed to have captured other people's attention by his loud voice.
• "Come on now! Isn't anyone going to offer me a good pint of beer?" His thick British accent fills everyone's ears.
• He was bloodshot wasted for sure.
• The first time I saw him months ago, he already had a short stubble but now he has a long beard covering almost half of his face. He hasn't shaven his facial hair and it gave him a more mature look and from where I am standing right now he seems pretty wasted to me.
• Caleb is a highly attractive guy and pretty charming as well. Even when the first time he stepped foot in the pub, he caught everyone's attention with the way he looked and dressed.
• He is wearing a black shirt, black leather jacket, black skinny jeans and a pair of black leather shoes. He seemed as if he was going to attend a funeral but wearing black has became a fashion statement nowadays. Caleb is attractive with a really handsome face. He looks almost perfect. Almost. He had a pair of beautiful gray eyes and his brown hair pushed back which seems to look like he always have it styled that way. He stands pretty tall too like a model so his height is making him even more eye-catching, especially to women.
• Plus, he has a good sense of style.
• Aside from his undeniable good looks, he also had that bad guy aura around him which makes women get more attracted to him easily. He enters the pub alone but after ten minutes, a woman or two would join him. He never sits there by himself because he seems to be pretty good in talking with women. It's unusual seeing him alone tonight since he's usually with his lovely companions.
• He has been constantly coming over the pub every single night, never missed attendance, for the past three months and he eventually became my friend. Two months ago, he was looking for an affordable place to stay and coincidentally the apartment next door to mine was vacant so I helped him transfer.
• There was one morning when I barged into his place and accidentally saw two naked women sleeping on his bed but he seemed to be so cool about getting caught. He looked too calm and I was even the one who got embarrassed instead. Every so often there would be different women going in and out of his place and now I see him as walking STD, hypothetically speaking. I have observed that Caleb seemed like a guy who never takes a woman seriously like a dangerous womanizer. He is even so damn great at it.
• Drunk Caleb is a weird Caleb. It's like a side of him that I don't see when he is completely sober. He always tells me things which are unbelievably true but slightly convincing when he is drunk. Yet, in the back of my head I am still a bit hesitant about it.
• I walk over to his table, "Sir please lower your voice."
• He pulled his head up and smiled widely at me. "If it isn't my favorite female friend." He pushed a chair and added, "Sit down. Please."
• I obliged.
• I met him as a customer here in the pub when he was just new in Vancouver, as what he told me. He actually saved me from being harassed by another drunk customer. He told me that he was amused to find a woman as courageous as me to actually embarrass a maniac in public without any fear. He even admired my bravery and that I wasn't the same as other women he had met before. I wonder what he meant by that.
• Caleb was a talkative guy the first time I met him but he seemed a little problematic about something yet he never told me what it was. I never asked too because it was not my business.
• "You know, you're the only female friend that I have." He mumbles on his words then leaned closer to me as he adds softly and carefully, "Because all women I talk with ends up on my bed and sucking my penis." He laughs at his own words.
• I rolled my eyes at him and allowed him to continue laughing. Ever since he saved me, he kept coming every night in the pub and we would usually talk about anything. When he was starting to ran out of cash because of overspending and staying in hotels the first days he got here, I have forced him day by day to find a job before he will really run out of cash. I think that is the reason why he is drinking right now.
• "Caleb seriously you have to lower your voice." I warned him again.
• He leans forward, "I told you, never just casually address a prince by his name."
• I chuckle as I shake my head sideways, Oh Lord here we go again. I don't know if I should believe what this Englishman has always been telling me every single time he is drunk.
• When he is drunk, he claims that his father is a King and he calls himself a prince from England. He usually talks about his life before he came here only when he is drunk and that he has 4 other brothers from different mothers who are also princes and one youngest sister who has mutism who also came from another woman. He said she's the only princess in the Kingdom and is loved so much by his father.
• What about her brothers?
• I don't really believe what Caleb has been saying for the last couple of months because if he was ridiculously rich and his father is a King, then he would have crazy shitloads of money without worrying about running out of cash. But he couldn't barely pay his own rent in his apartment and always let me pay for his meals or he usually barges in my place for food when he is hungry. Other times he even asks for money when he is short in cash when he goes out drinking.
• Prince? I don't think so.
• "You're the closest person I have met here in Vancouver." He tells me while mumbling his own words. "If I go back to the kingdom, I will return here with tons of money for you."
• I chuckle and have always found conversations like this with Caleb funny. "Caleb, I don't know if I should believe a word you say when you're drunk because honestly you're mostly depending on me for your food and cash."
• Caleb smiles but talks in a mumbled manner, "I am the most honest when I'm drunk Thia. My brothers make fun of me because of it."
• "Well, you have to call your brothers for SOS."
• He groans. "They will probably not. They're not as rebellious as me."
• "Okay." I answered softly. "So you have to get a job or else you'll be kicked out of your apartment."
• He groans again. "Prince don't work. Servants serve them."
• I rolled my eyes at him and shake my head sideways. "Well Your Majesty you are running out of money."
• He pulled one finger out and moved it sideways vigorously as he click his tongue. "You don't call a prince Your Majesty. You use that for the King and for my eldest brother who is to be the next King and who seems to loathe me a lot."
• He pauses and his brows creasing, "He never really talks to me." His voice saddens while his brows creasing. "I don't know why he hates me to be honest." When he notices that he sounded sad, he snapped himself out of it and smiles widely, "Anyways, you address me as Your Highness."
• I couldn't help but laugh under my throat. He sounds pretty delusional. "Are you writing a novel or something? You seem to know a lot about being royalty." I joked.
• "It's because I am royalty." He says aloud which makes people turn their attention to his table and they were laughing at him. He sighs, "Prince like me don't work."
• "Well how will you pay your rent, Your Highness?" I arched a brow.
• He rests his head over the table and groans. "Father isn't sending me any cash." He pulled his head up to me, "He must have been so angry for all the things I have been involved again."
• He groans again, "Do you think my father hates me?"
• "The King?" I swallowed a chuckle.
• He nods. "Of course the King. Who else is my father?"
• I chuckle softly and tried to sound serious. "I don't think any father could hate their son. Your father would be proud of you if you'll be mature and get your ass a job."
• He groans.
• When the pub came to a close, I see Caleb waiting outside as he leans his back against the wall. He smiles at me as soon as he saw me and he would usually wait for my shift to end because he doesn't have any extra cash for the bus fare.
• "It took you so long." He commented and still sounded drunk but a little sober. "You know you should never let a—"
• "Prince wait." I cut him off as I laugh.
• He nods. "Yes."
• I laugh a little louder which makes Caleb ask me with a troubled look on his face, "Why are you laughing?"
• "Because you're delusional when you're drunk." I snort.
• We begin to walk together along the road and Caleb didn't seem to like what I said. He knows well that I don't believe he is a prince because I have asked him many times about his Kingdom or the name of his father but he never say anything about it, especially when he's sober.
• "I am not delusional." He responds to me as he walks groggily.
• "You are." I insisted as I chuckle. "You talk about non-sense when you're drunk."
• He grabs both of my shoulders and turned my attention to him, "I don't know why you don't believe me that I'm a prince."
• "Then what's the name of your father?" I asked him. "Or your brothers from different mothers?"
• Caleb shakes his head, "You just have to believe me. You'll be rewarded." He continues to walk by himself.
• I jog a little to chase him as I laugh. "I have talked to my boss and we're in need of a part-time waiter. You up to clean tables?"
• Caleb laughs loudly and I didn't even say anything funny but his laugh was so genuine. "A prince cleaning tables."