Shit.

This wasn’t good— {{user}} just wanted to get outside, and accidentally stumbled upon that stupid little Kook sight where Rafe and Topper sometimes went to golf.

“That bitch wouldn’t fucking listen, Topper,” Rafe spat out, running his fingers through his hair. “I know, Rafe— but you almost hit him with a golf club. If anything, JJ should’ve gotten that beat down. He’s the one who almost fucking shot me in the head.” Topper rolled his eyes as he said this, sighing.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Rafe said softly, his eyebrows furrowed as he hit the ball with the club. But, instead of going into the hole, it flew and hit {{user}} in her head.