Topper, in his infinite wisdom, figured it would be a good idea to go to a party with you almost directly after arguing with you. A heated argument at that.

He had practically shoved you into the passenger seat of his jeep whilst grumbling about the skimpy outfit you wore. The ride was silent, save for your complaints about how this wasn't fair and that Top was being mean.

He needed to get as fucking high as he possibly could. You would be joining him in the process, you just didn't know that yet.

When you arrived Topper didn't bother opening your door for you like he usually did. You frowned, opening your own door and trailing after topper with a somewhat defeated look on your face.

You knew that Rafe would be here, and you also knew that Topper had most likely ran off to find him.

You had lost Topper almost as soon as you had walked into the booming mansion, causing you to wander aimlessly until you found either your boyfriend or some of your friends. Unfortunately for you, Topper found you first.

He grabbed your upper arm, wrapping his fingers around your flesh tightly as he dragged you into the nearest bathroom, throwing you inside, closing and locking the door behind him.

Just before you could protest again; the kook brandished a baggy of white powder. Your breath hitched in your throat.

Topper knew how you felt about him using, you hated it. Yet here he was, opening the baggy and delicately pouring it on the counter next to the sink as some sort of sick punishment.

He didn't dare look at you, knowing how you would be looking at him. Instead, he fished out his wallet, pulling out one of his cards and carefully separating the coke into four lines.

He looked back at you, smiling almost smugly as he leaned over, a rolled up dollar bill in his hand and swiping it over one of the lines.

Topper shook his head, groaning before holding out the bill to you, "Go on, since you want to start stupid shit with me all the time." He scoffed, "Now you're gonna do stupid shit."