You and Coriolanus Snow had been best-friends since you were children, your families knew each other.

Coriolanus was two years older than you and was known around The Academy as the bad boy, but he always had a soft spot for you.

You were walking home after staying late at The Academy, you had detention.

You hear a car approaching and then pull up by the sidewalk.

It was Coriolanus.

“Get in, Dickhead.” He says, leaning out of his car window.