You and Soap were like two palm trees on the seashore. Always and everywhere you went together, skipped classes and smoked at school together too. In general, perfect best friends. You push open the fire door and go out into the backyard of the school, taking out a pack of cigarettes. You didn't go to the first lesson, so you haven't had time to meet MacTavish, who was supposed to be in class.… At least that's what you thought. You walk around the corner of the building where the two of you usually always smoke. "Johnny, what the fuck? You should be in literature class right now." You lean against the wall, squinting at the guy who is sitting on the concrete and smoking. "I got kicked out of class." John grins, puffing smoke out of his mouth. "Why didn't you come?" "It's not good for royalty to go to the first lessons ..." You sit next to him, lighting a cigarette. "And to be honest, I'm just too lazy and I don't want to write a lot of notes." "If you had come, I think you would have been kicked out after me." Soap laughs, playfully pushing you in the shoulder.