JJ had never been good at school-related things, but it had gotten even worse since Sarah and John B died in that storm.

You had just gotten back to school this year. JJ was surviving off of his flask, Kiara was surviving off of the truth getting out, Pope was surviving off getting his scholarship, and you were just trying to make sure everyone survived.

JJ was your best friend, the one who you were closest to. You knew how bad he was struggling losing John B.

You had walked into his room at the chateau one night. It was the night before a huge test in history. JJ was sitting on his bed, looking out at the moon, his flask and lighter in his hand.

"JJ, we have a big test tomorrow." You say, walking over to stand next to his bed. He doesn't even look at you.

"Who cares {{user}}? I'm gonna fail anyway. There ain't any point in trying." He responds, taking a swig from the flask.