𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 | 𝐉𝐉 [edited]

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Riley absolutely despised golf, she never understood the joy that it brought to her friends. However, she somehow found herself on this particular afternoon alongside Topper and Rafe at the golf course.

Unluckily for her Sarah had sent her a text saying she had to "deal with some business," and so her only option to enjoy this sunny day with her friends was to join the two boys. Topper basically dragged her along to the course once she had shown up at his house that day.

"Man, that party was insane!" Topper grinned at his friend. "I mean my first thought when I did the line was bro do we have enough? it was crazy!"

"I know right? That was good shit," Rafe said before grabbing a club out of his carry bag.

"Are you serious right now, T?" Riley scoffed, barely recognizing her best friend as words about cocaine came spewing out of his mouth.

"What?" Topper looked at the girl cluelessly.

Riley just rolled her eyes and turned to Rafe. "See, this is what I mean when I say it would be a safer place if you weren't around."

"Oh, come on." Rafe nudged the girl with a stupid grin spread across his face. "Where's the fun in that?" And with that Rafe swung his club, hitting his ball to land beside an old man standing at the next hole.

"Good one," Riley scoffed. "Hey, I left my phone in the golf cart. I'm gonna go run back and get it. I'll be quick." Riley turned her back on the boys and began to walk towards the small vehicle, which unfortunately was parked quite far from atop the hill they stood.

"Hey come on now!" the old man yelled in response to Rafe's terrible swing.

"Shut up!" Rafe shouted back. "Shouldn't be taking so long anyway," he muttered, shaking his head before his eyes landed on something in the distance that caused his head to snap up. "Woah, woah, woah."

"What?" Topper turned to look at what had suddenly caught Rafe's attention. Following his gaze Topper saw Pope carrying a shopping bag and a crate of beer along the trail.

"I don't think he's a member do you?" Rafe questioned, watching Pope who was minding his own business.

"It's fine, just let him go," Topper brushed off his friend's craving for trouble and attempted to turn around before Rafe grabbed his arm.

"They put a gun to your head, bro," the boy reminded him.

"That's fine. It's fine. Let's go." Topper shrugged but Rafe ignored him and began to walk towards the Pogue. Topper attempted to stop him by calling out his name, but the boy didn't listen.

"Hey, what's up man? Wow much for one of those beers?" Rafe asked, pointing to the crate with his golf club.

"They're not for sale," Pope muttered, trying to brush passed the boy.

"Oh, wait wait wait. You can just give us one then, right?"

"Or you can order one like everyone else," Pope shrugged.

"Listen, you're not listening to me. You've got so many bro, and we've got nothing," Rafe continued to banter.

"They're not even mine. They're already paid for," Pope said.

"Already paid for? What the hell? Probably stole them right?" Rafe said as he used his golf club to break the bag.

"What the hell? You owe me for that!" Pope shouted angrily.

"Dude I don't owe you shit, Pogue," Rafe taunted.

"You guys are freaking crazy!" Pope shouted as Topper pulled one of the crates from his hands, making Pope fall to the ground.

Riley heard someone angrily shouting as she was walking back from the golf cart. When she didn't see Rafe and Topper where she had left them, the girl was instantly worried they'd gotten themselves into trouble.

She began to jog over from where she heard the noise and the first thing she saw were the two boys standing over someone else but she couldn't make out the face.

Rafe swung the end of the gold club into the boy's stomach just as he had stood up. Once the boy had toppled over and Riley got closer she was able to make out that it was Pope.

"Rafe! Topper! What the hell is going on?" Riley yelled at the two.

"Pougey here wouldn't give us any beer," Rafe smirked at the girl before returning his attention to the groaning boy.

"Rafe come on, leave him alone," Riley urged. She glanced over at Topper with a pleading look, but he looked just as helpless as she probably did.

"Stay down bitch!" Rafe shouted at Pope before slamming the club down next to his head.

"Dude!" Riley screamed, immediately going to stand in front of Rafe and putting her hands on his chest so she could push him back. "Rafe, walk away."

The boy just looked at her with angry eyes, smoke practically blowing out of his ears.

"Walk. Away. " Riley repeated herself, emphasizing each of her words.

Rafe scoffed before finally turning around and walking back up to the course, Topper sheepishly following behind him with his head down.

"You coming?" Topper turned around once he realized that she wasn't following him.

Riley ignored him, crouching down beside Pope. "I-I'm so sorry," she stuttered. "Are you okay?"

"Fine," Pope grunted, dismissing her apologetic tone as he sat up and brushed the sand off of his body. He winced as he picked himself off the ground.

"Pope," Riley said wearily, a sympathetic look spread across her face. She wanted to help him, she just didn't know how and he didn't seem very accepting of her worry.

"I said I'm fine," he muttered, shaking his head as he began to walk away from the girl.

"Riley!" She heard Topper call for her again. She took one last glance at Pope before giving up and walking back over to her the boys.