In fact, I wiped the floor with both of them. I was the last man standing. They were so broken and bruised that Jodi was beside herself. “Look at you,” she said, a demonic, enticing smile on her face. She grabbed my biceps, and brushed her hands over my body. “Sexy boy.”

I almost couldn’t resist her toxic and entirely captivating aura. The key word. Almost. “Jodi, I want to thank you for something.”

“And what’s that my wittle Jordie-Wordie?” Jodi said.

“I want to thank you for helping me realize that I’m exactly who I want to be. And I want to thank you for helping me learn to respect myself.”

“What else is there for a charming young girl to do?” Jodi flirted, grabbing my hand. And we walked back to my room. “The game is over, Jordan. I choose you. You are my champion.”

“Then, this is gonna come as a bit of a shock,” I said, venomously. “I said earlier that I wanted to thank you for helping me learn to respect myself. Well, that’s the thing. I respect myself enough to crush your sorry ass right here.”