The Kick-off

JOJO'S POV

“Get Out.”

That Asshole got up and dragged me down the stairs down to the foyer and slammed the door in my face.

“Screw you, Vongov!” I scream at the slammed door.

He's such a conundrum. One minute, we’re laughing and joking about childhood nicknames, the next, he's looking at me with murder in his eyes and dragging me out of his house like a bad booty call.

What the hell does he want from me?!

“What if Kendrick and Mallory were right after all and I can't handle Jeremy Vongov?” My injured pride pokes at me.

But if I can't deal with this, then what use am I to the plan, to my friends, and to keeping them alive?

I need to prove myself. I need to think!

I need a plan that requires killing five birds with one stone. Figuratively, of course.

A good scheme that'll set Kingston in Vongov's black book without giving me the spotlight.

An imaginary lightbulb flickers in my head and I grab onto the flickering light.

I got it! I just need to fuck Kingston!

Again, Not lite