"SOMONE CALL 911!"

"HANG IN THERE KID!"

There were so many bystanders and a lot of people screaming in terror of what just happened.

It was just a normal, rainy day. Well as rainy as the weather in this town could get since it's mostly dry and humid.

No one knows what happened. Hell, no one saw what happened.

Just a kid plummeting into the ground with his neck bleeding and almost causing a car accident.

When the driver angrily went over to yell at him, he noticed the bleeding neck and was the one to scream out to call 911.

The boy was twitching and his vision was beginning to blur. Breathing was becoming difficult and he couldn't speak at all.

He could hear sirens but they seemed so far away. He felt drowsy...maybe a good time to...close his eyes....

A hand reached out.

Whose hand? The boy had no clue but it felt...close.

The boy shakily reached his own hand out but before he could touch it, he was suddenly placed onto a stretcher with people by his side.

"Hang in there kid!"

There were a bunch of hushed voices and he could hear the sirens again but more loudly.

The boy couldn't think of anything else but the hand.

"Who...are...you?"

(Present Day)

It was a hot morning but this was a normal occurrence for the people of Cave Town, California.

It was just the normal morning rush as people raced to work and students raced to go to school.

There were this group of tall, muscular boys and they were chatting about random sh*t. Mainly about sports though.

"Look, Seven Nation High has no chance in beating us in any sports. Not basketball and certainly not football," a rather loud boy with blond hair that sticks up and is wearing a jock jacket with multiple pins on it.

"You're absolutely right! Man I am so excited!" Another boy cheered but then felt someone bump into them.

"Who the f*ck!" He turned around to see a much smaller boy with lavender hair, brown skin and wearing a yellow beanie with a flower shape stitched on it.

"Sorry about that," the boy said.

"Oi, the f*ck you going about? You don't just get to bump into us and not get away unscathed!" Another boy shouted and grabbed the front of the boy's jacket.

The boy awkwardly shifted his bandanna around and asked, "is there a first time for everything?"

The boy then punched him, causing the boy to fall backwards.

"What's your name, b*tch boy?" The second boy asked.

"You punched me and now you want to know my name?" The beanie boy asked, rubbing his cheek where he got punched.

"In case we know who's the b*tch boy of the week," jock jacket wearing boy explained.

Guess I'm the b*tch boy here. It's not even that creative anymore, the beanie boy said.

"Speak up, b*tch boy!" The third boy shouted.

"Jorge...Jorge Joshua-Martinez," the beanie boy explained.

"We didn't ask for your full name, b*tch boy," the jock jacket boy said.

"Yeah tell him, Brad!" The other boys cheered him on.

"Well there is another name if my name is too difficult for you," Jorge said.

"Who said it was difficult?" The second boy asked.

"I just assumed, sorry," Jorge shrugged.

Brad narrowed his eyes and asked, "another name? What do you mean by that?"

"What I mean...," Jorge stood up and brushed dirt off, "is that you can call me by a nickname that many people call me by sometimes."

"And that is?" Brad asked.

"Come on, Brad. No use trying to talk to b*tch boy of the week," the third boy rolled his eyes.

"Be quiet, Conan," Brad told him before turning to Jorge.

"And that is?" He repeated.

"You can call me...Jojo," Jorge said.

...

...

Then all three boys started to laugh.

"Jojo? Oh I get it! Because of Jorge and Joshua. Haha!" Conan laughed.

"Yeah that's totally better than b*tch boy!" Brad exclaimed.

"That's lame. I told you what you can call me by and you're laughing," Jorge deadpanned which got the attention of the boys.

"Listen here, Jojo. No one gets away with insulting us. Not in one piece," Brad cracked his knuckles.

"Playing tough guy here? Ok I see how it is. Well I would love to chat some more but I'm going to be late for my first day of school so...," Jorge tried to walk off before getting tripped over by the third boy.

"You're not going anywhere," he said and landed a punch on his shoulder.

Jorge just kind of lay there before grabbing a water bottle from his fallen backpack.

"Is that your weapon of choice? Oh give me a break," Conan laughed and threw a punch at Jorge only to get stopped by Jorge grabbing onto his fist.

"What the?" Conan then noticed that Jorge's hand was dripping wet and saw that the water bottle was now empty.

Did he dump water onto his hand? But why? Conan was so focus on why was his hand wet that he didn't notice that something was wrong.

"AH! Conan look! Your fist!" The third boy cried and Conan looked at his hand and screamed, "WHAT HAPPENED TO MY HAND!"

Part of his hand was frozen over with ice and the feeling of pain suddenly overwhelmed him. It was too cold!

"Listen, I didn't want to do this but you leave me no choice," Jorge said, surrounded by an orange aura that only one of the boys could see.

He then made a fist and a ghostly arm appeared, hovering over his own arm.

No way....is that-? Brad didn't get to finish his thoughts as Jorge threw an uppercut at Conan and a loud boom could be heard.

Splats of blood came out from Conan's face and he flipped over and fell onto the ground.

"Conan!" Both boys raced over to his side as Conan cradled his partly frozen hand and was shivering from the cold.

Jorge, ignoring them, then picked up his backpack and snapped his fingers. The ice on Conan's hand turned back to water and Jorge ran off.

"YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS, JOJO!" He heard one of them shout, probably Conan or the third boy.

I just hope that I'm not in the same school as them, Jorge thought as he was running.

(Later)

"Glad you could find your way to my office," a middle aged man with salt and pepper colored hair said.

Jorge was sitting in a brown office that was filled to the brim with pictures of people, young and old.

Probably past students or family members. Who knows.

"Yeah it took me a while, Mr...," Jorge strained to see the name of the principal..., "Mr.Inoue."

"Well, here's your schedule. If you need help, never hesitate to ask your peers. I recommend asking Brayden Clover, she's a very perky upperclassman and is willing to help out any new students," Mr. Inoue said and pulled out a year book.

He flipped to a page and held it up so Jorge could see which one of them was Brayden Clover.

"I see. Well thanks for the help, I'll be on my way," Jorge said and left the office with his schedule.

He walked through the busy hallway while looking at the numbers on the schedule.

Biology is in class 600 so I better head there from...here, Jorge thought and passed through some classrooms.

He eventually made it as the bell started to ring.

"Ah so you're our new student. Please introduce yourself to the class," the teacher said as soon as she saw him. There were already a class in session just chilling there.

"Alright," Jorge glanced at her before introducing himself.

"I'm Jorge Joshua-Martinez but you may call me Jojo," he said.

"Ok, Jojo. Sit right there," the teacher pointed to a seat in the middle. It was right next to a girl with black, straight and short hair and wearing a black dress with white frilly ribbons. She seemed to be playing with a black cat.

Jorge went over there and placed his backpack underneath his desk.

As soon as he settled him, a chill went down his spine and he looked around to see Brad glaring at him.

What?! He goes to the same school as I go? Jorge thought.

Well this isn't going to go well.

A/N: new book fellas! I have a problem! :D

Anyways, this is my second time making an original fic of a fandom. The first one was for Yugioh but this time, it's going to be for Jojo's Bizarre Adventure.

Also an excuse to flex my Spotify lists.

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All characters and stands belong to me unless stated otherwise.

Cya in the next one -Flare