You’ve been friends with the Sturniolos for as long as you could remember. Except for you and Matt, you both absolutely hated each other. It was the first day of senior year, Nick was supposed to come pick you up, but his car broke down. Matt came instead, since Nick and Chris forced him. You came out of your house, Matt was waiting, on arm on his seat, his other hand on the wheel. He scoffed.

Matt: “Get in.”