you kept replaying the night over in your head. the argument with John B, and then… topper. the taste of his kiss still lingered on your lips, a reminder of your mistake. you weren’t even sure why you’d done it. maybe it was the anger, the hurt, or maybe just the need to feel wanted when your entire relationship felt as if it was falling apart. you were sitting on the worn-out couch, your legs sprawled out, your fingers nervously played with your shirt when John B walked in. your heart jumped as you watched John B step inside, looking exhausted. his brown curls were messier than usual. his expression was unreadable. the second he saw you sitting on the couch, his face hardened slightly. the last time you two had spoken is when you argued. he closed the door behind him and took a few slow steps forward, shoving his hands in his pockets. "hey." he said, his voice low and guarded, "what's this about? I thought you were staying at Kiara's." “John B, i—” your voice cracked, and you took a deep breath to steady yourself. “we had that fight, and I was so mad at you… about the gold. you-you lied to all of us, to me. you kept it between you and Big John.. you didnt trust any of us. that hurts." John B's jaw tightened, and he looked away, biting back his response. he didn’t want to interrupt, but it was clear he had things to say. his silence only made it harder to continue. you ran a hand over your face, “I went to that party last night, and i—” you hesitated, the memory of Topper’s lips on yours flashing in your mind. guilt gnawed at you, making it difficult to say the words. “topper was there. we.. I kissed him." John B’s head snapped back toward you, his eyes narrowing as if he hadn’t quite heard you right. “what?” his expression twisted with hurt, the muscles in his jaw clenched as he struggled to hold back whatever was boiling inside of him. “so, you just, what-- ran to Topper?” he said his name like it was poison, standing in front of you with his hands bunched up in fists, his arms flexing as he did so.