It was scary to watch in all seriousness. Collins had never seen him act this way before, Pope was usually the calm and collected one. He didn't break like this, but maybe because of that, all of this pent of rage they were seeing had just been building up until it finally reached its climax. 
Collins jumped in her skin when Pope picked up a metal garbage can, lifted it over his head, and launched it a good distance away from him until it landed with a loud crash. Even when Kie tried yelling at him to stop, he just kept going until he finally collapsed in an exhausted heap on an abandoned wicker couch, panting from his outburst. He had tears in his eyes and was swallowing back cries while he stared off, unable to meet any of their gazes. 
"Yeah, dude. I was wondering when this was going to happen." JJ walked over nonchalantly to Pope, looking at the state of his friend and knowing exactly what he needed. Holding out his weed pen, he offered its calming properties over to him. "Here you go, chief. A little weed never hurt no one."
"JJ," Collins started, unsure if that was the right thing to do for Pope. He was the only one of them who didn't drink or smoke, aside from her with the exception of that one night on the boat with Kie and Sarah. Like her, he never wanted to risk being caught drunk or high and having it listed on his permanent record for colleges to see. Only right now, Pope's chances of going to college were even slimmer than before, because not only did he not have the gold to help pay for school, but he'd thrown away the opportunity for the scholarship that would've made up for that problem. 
"You know he doesn't smoke." Kie added in protest, but she was soon proven wrong as Pope took the pen from JJ's hands and into his own. 
"Well, maybe not until today." JJ stated, dropping down into the seat next to Pope. 
"It's not going to fix anything. What's it going to help?" Collins tried to reason, sort of wanting to scold JJ for offering it when Pope was clearly vulnerable and feeling hopeless. Smoking weed was just going to give him that high that he was desperate for, but like all things, of course, they must come down. It wouldn't make him feel better in the long run. 
"I lost my scholarship. Walked out in the middle of the interview." Pope shook his head regretfully. "It's gone, it's not gonna happen."
"You did that for us?" Kie asked him.
Looking up at her, Pope pushed himself up to stand and stared Kie dead in the eyes. "No, not for 'us'. For nothing."
"I'm here for you, Pope. Welcome to my world." JJ threw his arm around his shoulders and patted his chest reassuringly. At the look that Kie shot him, JJ shrugged his shoulders. "What, Kie? He's right. It doesn't matter anymore."
As Pope shrugged JJ's arm off of him, he took the weed pen and looked at it with a moment's hesitation. "You don't have to do that." Kie told him.
Narrowing his eyes at her in the coldest way, Pope said, "What do you care?"
Before Kie could react to Pope's icy attitude, Pope's face quickly changed, and his expression dropped at the sight of something behind them. They all turned in confusion as to what he was staring at and were simultaneously shocked to see that John B was standing a few feet away and had made his way back to them. 
Immediately running up to him, Collins's eyes widened as she examined his blood stained hands in alarm. "Is this yours? John B, whose blood is that?" She turned his palms over and checked his clothes which also had marks on them for the source of the bleeding, but she couldn't find anything. Collins wasn't sure whether to be afraid or relieved by that fact.