Jeremy's POV Malakai is the party playboy who throws the wildest parties in school history. He's the free spirit who's friends with everyone and can see inside everyone's dirty locker. Literally. He's also the renounced son of Jimmy Falconer– leader of the Scottish Mafia. Junnev is the football team's Co-captain so he has a default pass into Kingston's circle, plus his girlfriend's friends with Kingston's girl–Claire Eastwood. He was one of the spies my father sent to monitor me. Meanwhile, I'm the billionaire bastard Slash Genius Artist. Leaving the bluster to Justin and his boys, I'm the elusive brat who the females swoon for whenever I pass by. They leave presents in front of my workshop like I'm some stray they're trying to tame. It’s irritating but if it gets Kingston blowing off his rockets then I'll allow it. Yes, I have an entire classroom to myself, a space I utilize for my guilty pleasure–sculpting–courtesy of my father's generous donation to Sabbel. My Father watches m

JoJo's POV We spend the next two hours drawing up different strategies to get Jeremy Vongov where we want him— a compromising position with Ken that'd spread dating rumors like wildfire. “Ken, you'll pick him from the crowd and take him to the kissing booth then you'll show him the video and negotiate—” “What if he tries to kill her when they're locked in the kissing booth.” I protest and they turn to me with a look of confusion. “He can't kill me in public, Jo, and besides we've got our black belts,” Ken jokingly assures me. Yeah and look how well that worked for me. I shrug at her words. “He can't touch her, not with our leverage over him and we'll be outside just in case,” Mallory concludes. My nerves are all over the place. I'm not so sure about the plan anymore because the sick feeling in my stomach is back and it's making my heart pitter-patter all over my chest. Should I spill what happened or should I suck it up and stick to the plan? I shake my head, drawing curiou

Jeremy's POV I was eleven the first time I'd noticed her. The Parent Teacher Meeting had come with a shitty weather that Saturday afternoon and Grandma continuously squeezed my hands as the teachers sang my praises about my unrivaled IQ while subtly griping about my social life or lack thereof. Belleville, a teacher amongst the rest, had been expressing her grief at not pushing me hard enough to get with the other kids to which Grandma responded with a patronizing nod. I sighed my boredom at the shameless ass-licking Belleville was putting on as my eyes roamed lazily until they landed at a figure beyond the door. She wasn't the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen but there was something about her, something about her eyes, even with the huge round glasses, they were different. As I looked into their brown depths, a weird deja vu feeling knocked into me. It made the hairs on my nape stand straight. I stared at her but she wasn't looking at me, she was drooling at Justin Kingston,

JoJo's POV “Girls!” Mom calls from the Kitchen. “Come on, it's your first day!” Aunt Sherry stands at the sight of our disheveled appearance and meets us at the edge of the stairs, concern etched all over her face while Uncle Will buries his head in the morning paper “Why do you three look so rough and beat up on your first day of Senior year?” She turns to her husband, “Will?” He shrugs, “They're right in front of you, ask them.” He evades successfully because Mom throws her questioning glare back at us. At Kendrick. Oh no. “Kendrick?” She urges. Our heads snap to Kendrick, signaling her to seal her lips but she's already biting her lips like a cat caught with a cookie jar. Kendrick can't lie to save her life so when she blurts out, “We threw a party at the beach house last night and now we're so hungover we might need to take a break from school today, please Aunt Sherry?” Mal and I breathe a sigh of relief. Good one Kenny! Aunt Sherry turns her accusing gaze on her husban

JOJO'S POV I'm fuming as I walk towards a shiny black Ford truck and try the freaking latch of a handle, it doesn't budge. Of course, he would threaten me, that slimy asshole. “Go wait by the car Dukes or you can watch as your family's history gets splashed across tomorrow's morning paper.” I stand out in the less-than-busy parking lot, glaring at the ground to keep the younger passers-by from sighting the Jojo Dukes hovering around some car like a creep. I flinch the moment I spot Claire Eastwood and her convoy step out from a Barbie pink Porsche. She'd thrown her sweet eighteen the night we'd thrown the invite-only party. They'd have to pass Jeremy's car to get to CrispFries and I can't avoid them because Claire and I locked eyes the second she stepped out of the car. I hear their snide remarks from the fifty-meter distance they're briskly covering and my head turns towards the CrispFries building. Jeremy's at the entrance when something grabs his attention, making him tur