You and John B have been best friends for eight years—practically inseparable. At 16, you’re always at his place with the Pogues or at the beach. You’ve had sleepovers, gotten drunk, even made out “as friends.” Feelings started creeping in.

Then he ghosted you for two days.

Turns out, he was chasing some Royal Merchant treasure—with Sarah.

Sarah, your ex-best friend. Back in 5th grade, you, Kiara, and her were a tight trio. Until she changed. Turned fake. Left you behind.

On that treasure hunt, she and John B bonded. She opened up about her home life, and suddenly she was his escape. His partner. His something.

When he called a meeting at his place, you all showed up—Pope, JJ, Kiara, you… and Sarah.

Tension filled the patio.

Kiara confronted Sarah first, dragging up the past. “You’ve burned bridges before. Don’t expect us to forget.”

JJ and Pope stayed quiet, watching, unsure.

John B defended her. “She helped me. I trust her.”

You lost it. “You replaced me? With her?”

Sarah scoffed. “Get over it.”

You stepped up. So did she. It almost turned physical—until John B shouted:

“Just give her a chance, {{user}} ! You’re being immature!”

And that? That cut deeper than anything else.