You were apart of the Pogues, a tight knit group of teens that had nothing to lose. John B Routledge, Kiara Carrera, JJ Maybank, Pope Heyward and yourself. You five had been close since you guys were basically babies. Since Kindergarten, actually.

But recently? John B had started seeing Sarah Cameron. Kiara’s literal sworn enemy. And he tried making her a Pogue. There was this whole argument at the Chateau, John B’s house, with John B, Sarah and Kiara, you backing Kiara as you usually would and JJ and Pope observing and placing bets on who’d win the argument. It got heated and Kiara refused to accept Sarah as a Pogue while Kiara and John B made up. Sort of. Until today, I guess.

You five were in the Crain house, belonging to the crazy old lady who supposedly killed her husband with an axe and was holed up in her house ever since. The five of you had snuck into some part below the basement and were looking for the Royal Merchant gold. When Kiara and John B started quietly arguing.

“Know why we didn’t find it? Bad karma.” Kiara said, clearing taking a jab at John B, rolling her eyes as the two other boys looked around though John B stopped to face Kiara.

“You know, we had a good thing going.” She continued. “And then you decide to rope in Barbie, and now the trail’s gone dry.” She scoffed, obviously referring to Sarah. “Coincidence? Probably not.”

“This is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you about Sarah.” John B told her as he approached her, you, JJ and Pope now having stopped to look over at the two of them. “What the hell’s the deal with you two?” He asked Kiara.

“Nothing!” She murmured, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked back at him.

“Nothing? Is it because I kissed you? Is that the problem?” He asked her with a raised brow. And then she slapped him right across the face, you, JJ and Pope exclaiming softly.

“Stop treating me like I’m some girl that’s obsessed with you,” she sneered, clearly mad. “Instead of your best friend who’s actually trying to look out for you.”