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(3rd Person PoV)

Two days have passed since Jorge fought Brad. Two days since Brad was both admitted and released from the hospital.

Apparently his wounds healed surprisingly fast despite Jorge leaving him a bloody mess.

Again, Jorge avoided Brad as much as he could. He only had like four classes with him so it was kind of easy in a sense.

Not today though.

"Alright, maggots! Today, we will be playing a game of dodgeball! I will choose your team captains and they will choose whoever goes on their team," the gym teacher stated.

He was a tall guy with a blond crew cut, usually wore camouflage clothes and had his jacket on his hips which exposed a white tank top that he wears on top. Apparently, he was in the military before being hired as a gym teacher.

Which is why he seemed tough on a lot of students.

"Grayson, blue team. Princeton, red. I know you just came out of the hospital but you've ought to have healed by now," the gym teacher said.

Like now.

"Alright, Brad. I'll go first since you went first last time we did this," Conan stated. He was also a guy that Jorge avoided as much as he could.

"Fine by me," Brad muttered. He seemed to be looking at everyone who was sitting down on the bleachers or leaning by the wall. It seemed like he was searching someone.

"Ricky, you're with me," Conan called out. Ricky was the third guy that Jorge saw on his first day.

"Alright, let's go!" He cheered and went over to Conan's side.

Brad kept looking around before he and Jorge locked eyes on each other.

"Jojo, you're on my team!" He called out which took everyone, including his friends, by surprise.

Jorge looked around before pointing to himself, confused.

"Yes you. Who else is nicknamed Jojo here?" Brad asked and Jorge maneuver his way over to him.

"What's your deal? First we fight and now you choose me as your first pick for dodgeball like we're all buddy-buddy here," Jorge said in a harsh whisper.

"Don't think about it too much, alright?" Brad asked.

Jorge looked almost offended by this and was about to say something when Conan shouted, "Mizuki! My team!"

One by one, the teams were split into 12 people per team.

Jorge looked around the team that he was in. Some seemed athletic or at least looked like they weren't going to get blown away by a light breeze. Same can't be said for everyone though.

Yeah, this is going to suck, he thought with a deep breath.

"Ready?" The gym teacher asked and as soon as some people nodded, he blew his whistle.

A lot of them raced towards the middle like where the balls were chilling and grabbed them.

Jorge was not one of those people though and quickly tried to make him not a target.

WHOOSH!

The balls went soaring through the air and a ton of people on Jorge's side got hit.

"Wombo Combo!" A kid shouted from the other side.

"Pinchè Madre," Jorge pinched his nose at this.

"Jojo! Don't just stand there! You're going to get hit!" Brad shouted and threw a ball at someone, hard.

Jorge was considering flipping him off but considering that the teacher was there, he didn't do it.

Suddenly a ball was thrown at him and it barely missed it. However, it cut off a small strand of hair off of Jorge.

"What the?" he turned around to see the ball making a massive dent on the matts behind them.

A yelp made him flinch and a person fell to their side, holding onto their leg while blood splurged out.

"Teach! She needs med-," another person shouted before getting hit in the face by a dodgeball, knocking them out.

"What the! Hey, st-," the teacher shouted only for the ball that hit the person in the face to ricochet and hit him on the legs.

Jorge faintly heard a crack and the teacher cried out in pain.

"What the hell, Ricky!?" Brad shouted.

"But I didn't hit...it...hard...ulph!" Ricky cried out, foam began to form in his mouth as well as two others around him.

"Why are they foaming at the mouth?" A person asked.

"Were they poisoned?" Another asked.

"Jojo!" Brad ran towards him and pointed.

"Do you see that?" He asked.

"See what?" Jorge turned his attention to where Brad was pointing. There, on Ricky's and the others' neck, was a small cyan thorn embedded in there.

"Huh? Is that a thorn? How did it get on their necks?" Jorge asked.

Another dodgeball came in between them and they both jumped back to avoid it.

"There's only one explanation for this...a stand is attacking us!" Brad realized.

"A stand? But why?" Jorge asked.

"I don't know but someone once told me that stand users attracted one another. They're bound to meet in some way or another," Brad explained.

Bound to meet in some way or another? Jorge thought.

Brad picked up a dodgeball that rolled to him and held it up.

"But less talking, more action!" He threw it past Ricky. It seemed to bounce off the wall but Jorge could see someone moving away from the ball. They were surrounded by a cyan aura.

Is that the stand or the user? One way to find out! Jorge grabbed a random ball and threw it at the person.

They dodged it and grabbed it once it rolled away.

Then, a figure appeared from the person and grabbed onto the ball. They threw it, making a boom sound and Jorge, on instinct, willed out his stand to punch the ball away from him.

"More!"

The intensity of the ball scrapped Rebel Yell's knuckles which in turn scraped Jorge's knuckles.

That's the stand but who is the user? He thought as he pressed his thumb against his scrape knuckles.

"So you have one of those ghost things as well," the person spoke up.

Jorge could see him clearly now.

"Conan...but how?" He asked.

"Conan?" Brad asked.

"You called this a stand, right? I just got mine and it feels so good! Such power. Such intensity," Conan's eyes widen and his face broke out into a huge, creepy smile.

"But what are you doing with Ricky and the others?" Brad asked.

"I just increased their strengths with my stand's power, that's all. It's not my fault they can't take that much power," Conan explained.

"But you're killing them," Brad pointed out.

"Says the one who wanted to kill me!" Jorge snapped.

"I wanted to put you in the hospital, not kill you. There's a difference," Brad explained.

"Could have fooled me," Jorge rolled his eyes before leering at Conan.

"What's your goal here? You sounded surprised when you saw my stand so there's a chance that you don't know many users so why are you using your stand here and now?" He asked.

"Honestly, if I knew that there were other users, I probably wouldn't have used my stand. Consider this my test run and what best place to use it than gym class! Especially when I learned that we were doing dodgeball," Conan crackled.

Jorge glanced at the rest of class. They were banging on the doors to the locker room but it seemed to be shut. Could Conan have planned that too?

"You maniac! That's not how stands should be used! They should be used for your own strengths, not for the harm of non-Stand users!" Brad called out.

"Ha! But I am using my stand for my own strength. I'm merely testing out how it's used and it's power. Speaking of my stand, I think I like how you called me so I'm calling my stand that. My stand, Maniac," Conan stated.

Is that why Brad attacked me two days ago? He wanted to test out his own strength because he knew that I was a stand user...or at least he suspected it, Jorge thought.

"But enough talk! Let's see how my stand works against battle. Defeat them, Maniac!" Conan crackled and his stand manifested itself beside him.

It had a triangle head, swirl antennas on the side of its head, most cyan color and had swirls in its eyes.

The first thing that Jorge said, which was not the smartest move, was, "what's with the Shrek ears?"

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!" Conan completely lost what is assumed to be his cool and Maniac punched the gym floor, causing spikes to come at them at an intense speed.

"King Day!" Brad shouted, manifesting his stand who powered it a metal ball on its fists and shot it at the spikes.

Some of them broke off but a lot of them kept coming.

Jorge jumped in the air, barely missing the spikes and propelled himself, using his stand, towards the bleachers.

He got up and looked at the rest of the class, who were staring at him.

"What? Can't get out?" Jorge asked.

"We can't! It's locked and we can't talk to the person who's in there," someone told him.

"There's someone in there?" Jorge asked.

"We think so. There's a leg bouncing in there like someone is sitting on the benches and listening to music," another person explained.

F*ck this place for being the only exit out of the gym! Jorge wasn't the biggest fan of the locker room. Especially when his class comes after the freshmen's gym period.

"Alright, I'll see what I can do," Jorge said and glanced back at Brad who was still fighting Conan and trying to save Ricky and the other two.

Safe to say that Jorge doesn't like Brad all too much but he just hopes that he doesn't die. To get injured sure but never death.

He went over to the doors and pushed as hard as he could. While his other classmates couldn't see it, Jorge summoned up his stand to punch the hinges off one of the doors.

"More!"

The door came crashing down and Jorge got up before anyone could trample him as they all ran past him.

"I don't know how you did it but you saved us," the gym teacher told him as he limped by.

"Get off that leg and see a doctor," Jorge demanded him.

"I will so get your bossy a*s off me," the teacher said and limped away.

Jorge then ran in to look for water bottles or any container that held liquids.

As he ran out again, he noticed a cat staring eerily at him.

He didn't stop to think about it as he immediately ducked down to avoid a flying dodgeball.

"The f*ck was that?" He asked and jumped forward and rolled away, landing in front of the mats.

Brad was on one knees and panting heavily, a trickle of blood coming down from his head and his knuckles bleeding.

Conan had a couple of bruises on his legs but so far, as Jorge could see, no blood. He was winning.

"It's time to end this!" He propelled himself forward with his arms outstretched into fist to attempt to pummel Brad until ice cubes hit him in the face.

"What the?" Conan fell backwards and saw that Jorge had a half full water bottle in his hand and his stand right beside him.

"God, is this your stand's ability? To turn water into ice? Tch, how absurd!" Conan spat.

Jorge then dumped the rest of the water on his hand which Rebel Yell turned into ice cubes and fired rapidly.

Conan swiftly moved out of the way from the ice cubes.

"Your stand may have high speed but you're still no match for me!" He exclaimed gleefully.

"Heh...who said I can just turned water into ice cubes?" Jorge asked and snapped his fingers.

Two of the ice cubes that went flying towards Conan's face lost its solidity and turned back into an orange liquid, splashing into Conan's eyes which made him scream.

"F*************CK! MY EYES!" He collapsed onto the floor.

"Rebel Yell can turn most liquids into solids so add a bit of mandarin flavored redbull and it does the trick," Jorge explained.

"Redbull?" Brad asked.

"Someone left it in the locker room so I took advantage of it," Jorge pulled out a cup of an almost empty redbull. It seemed to be a cup from Dutch Bros.

"Now time for finish you," Jorge cracked his knuckles, getting closer.

"N-no! Stay back!" Conan shouted, one eye shut as he pushed himself back. He called up his stand to try to protect him.

"Oh please, my stand's range in punching you is only 6 feet. I'm not staying back no matter how much you ask," Jorge said.

He stood over Conan, menacingly.

"More! More! More! More! More!" Rebel Yell sprung into action and rapidly punched Conan's stand which in turn, punched Conan as well.

One final punch and Conan flew backwards and hit the mats.

"Vamos!" Jorge called out.

Brad got up and rubbed his forehead where he was bleeding.

"Man! And I just got out of the hospital," he complained.

"Let's go before anyone questions us about what happened," Jorge stormed out with Brad groaning.

As they left, Brad glanced at his shoulder to see a cat standing there with eerie eyes.

He did a double take and didn't see the cat anymore.

Weird, he thought and left.

In the locker room, a girl wearing a black and white frilly dress stepped out while petting the cat.

"Brad Princeton and Jorge Joshua...interesting. I wonder how their stands will fare up against mine?" She asked.

A/N: I tried.

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Stand Appearances:

Stand Name: Maniac
Namesake: Maniac by Conan Gray
User: Conan Grayson
Abilities: able to create cyan colored spikes from the surface that it punches. Can also shoot shard like thorns and boost someone's physical strength. Too much of a boost can lead to poisoning. It's not lethal if treated under 48 hours.
Stand appearance:

Stats:

Cya in the next one -Flare