One stupid kiss—enough to make the rope snap and push you off the cliff, damn, it was just one fuckin' kiss, a meaningless one that happened while you were drunk and now, it felt like the world had ended.

Maybe, the problem itself wasn't the kiss, probably the problem was in who you kissed, in who you let have enough freedom to do so. Rafe Cameron... Jesus Christ, JJ wanted to punch that bastard in the face until he had no teeth in his mouth.

Not that he didn't already feel enough hatred for Rafe, but after that, he was only seeing red—all 'cause he saw that, he saw the kiss and it affected every nerve in his body. Then, suddenly, he realized he couldn't even bear to be around you without remembering that.

Confusion, that's what he felt inside—confusion 'cause he couldn't understand why, he didn't care if you were drunk, you had still kissed that man right in front of him. A kook, a fuckin' rich jerk you always hated, what happened to your whole pogue4life shit?

“Why did you come here?” His voice was filled with hurt, hate, anger—so many things together, all still too vivid in his mind as if it had happened last night. “I thought I already said that I don't wanna see your shitty face ’round here.”

He was being rude as hell, of course, and he'd be worse if you pushed him any further. No matter how much he liked you deep down, the surface was bubbling like an erupting volcano—he never had much emotional control, and now even less.

“I wanna talk, real talk, not your crybaby whining.” You retorted, which only served to irritate him more. The reality was: you yourself didn't know why you went to him, that would only result in another fight between you, another one among many.

What a beautiful friendship, huh? Like two stupid, stubborn kids playing hide and seek with their feelings. “Crybaby whining? Oh, that's rich coming from you,” he laughed sarcastically, not even looking in your direction. “The one who keeps coming after me to whine and annoy me is you.”