You were standing next to your ‘boyfriend’ topper . When pope approached and saw a scar on your lower lip.

P: “You do that to her lip?” *he asked. A cold look spread on his face.

T: “Bitch has a mouth on her you know.”

u saw something change in pope’s eyes. He steps forward and launched a stern punch at topper. Making him stumble back as he let out a yelp.

“Holy sh!t!” u said in a gasp.

“Where u heading?”

“Uhh, no place special.”

“Me to.” he said. A soft smile on his face.