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ᴛᴡᴏ: ᴛʜᴇ ᴀꜱꜱɪɢɴᴍᴇɴᴛ

"I'm assuming we'll be working on this project at your house? How does later this afternoon sound?" Coriolanus says, standing next to your seat after class ended. His suggestion made sense because it would be the weekend after all.

You were gathering your books into your bag when you heard the sound of his voice. You looked in his direction. You had an understanding of why he was quick to suggest your place. You knew he was embarrassed of his current living situation. Your heart ached with sympathy when you remembered this. "I'm sorry, my parents are having a dinner party tonight. I doubt either of us will be able to concentrate with the noise." You wondered if he might offer up his complex as an alternative.

"Then how's tomorrow afternoon?" He inquires.

That was expected. His unwillingness for anyone to see his living space was at an all time high.

"Yeah that's fine. I'll see you then." You compromised with him.

• • •

You laid down in your bed, your head pounding with each pulse of the throbbing music coming throughout the house. You felt like crying from irritation. The rhythm of the bass reverberated through your skull, each beat sending a sharp stab of pain through your temples. You groaned, squeezing your eyes shut as you rubbed your temples in a sorry attempt to relieve the pressure you felt in your head. How was the music this obnoxious? It was only eight, this was going to be a long night.

Unless...

You quickly sat up on your soft bed, your body filled with renewed purpose as you walked out your bedroom and down the stairs. You avoided any familiar faces, not wanting to greet them and be stuck with talking to them for over an hour. You spotted your parents, advancing to them.

"Hey would you guys be alright if I went over to the Snow residence for a little while?" You ask your parents, having to raise your voice.

Your dad who was previously smiling at a guests' joke looked your way. "I'm sorry honey I can't hear you. What was that?"

You practically yelled. "May I go to Coriolanus Snow's penthouse to work on our project?? I'll be back in a few hours."

Your dad made a face as if he was offended that you asked him. "Of course, you're an adult. Take my driver, but please be back by midnight. Love you." He places a kiss on your head.

"Honey if you want you can also bring the berry pie that's in the fridge. I'm sure the Snows would appreciate it as a thanks for letting you come so late," Your mom said, aware that sweets were a luxury to that family now. "I love you, be safe."

"Love you too." You tell your parents with a smile. You went back to your room, getting dressed and looking through your phone book to call the Snow residence.

• • •

You thanked your father's driver and stepped out of the vehicle. He told you it was no problem and he would be back to pick you up before driving off. The heels of your loafers clicked against the pavement as you approached the building. Curiosity and anticipation were present within you. As promised, Coriolanus' cousin, Tigris, who you had spoken to on the phone was waiting for you near the front door.

"Hi, [Y/N]! Nice to finally meet you," She said in a friendly voice, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "It's nice to finally put a face to a name I hear about so much."

Her cheerful greeting had immediately put you at ease, until she made that comment about your name being constantly dropped. Your mouth went dry, a strange feeling in your chest. Coriolanus talks about you often?

You grinned, matching her warm and welcoming energy. "Nice to meet you as well, Tigris. I brought this for you, Coriolanus, and your grandma to share. It's a berry pie."