🌠Jotaro🌠

~Days later~

This girl wasn't joking. This past week she's been following me around, trying to ambush me with not so threatening attacks. First, it was a water balloon. My spirit ended up catching it and threw it back square in the face. Her makeup melted with the water and stained onto her uniform. Surprisingly, she wasn't mad about it, but laughed like a giddy hyena. Weird.

On the second attempt, she tried to trip me down a flight on stairs. Please, I wasn't stupid. I avoided that without needing the assistance of my evil spirit.

Third trick, a jump scare.... Didn't. Even. Flinch.

The more she tried to get the reaction out of me, the less creative her ideas became. It almost felt like she just wanted to prank me instead of proving me wrong about these spirits. I'll admit, it did get amusing a little, but I never showed that.

"Hyah!- *squeak*" And here was attempt #46.

I looked at the inflatable hammer in my hand, unfazed and overall done with everything. "A soft hammer? Really?"

"Well, I wasn't gonna smash your face in with a REAL hammer." She pouted. "Even with the protection of your angel, I'm not insane."

I sighed deeply, "yare yare, when will you just accept that you will never convince me differently about these spirits?"

"Never. You're looking at them the wrong way, and I know I'm right. They're our protectors."

"Whatever.." I let go of her toy and began walking away.

"Hey, wait up!" I heard her call out to me. She sprinted to catch up and I started to feel the dread. God, don't tell me... "Listen, I know I've been annoying you these past few days, so let me treat you and I'll let it all go.."

"Hah?"

"I'll leave you alone about the angels, or spirits, or whatever. For good. Just name it; a coffee, tea, lunch?"

"If it'll finally get your annoying ass off my case, then fine."

"Great! But watch that damn tone." She glared.

"Whatever."

We left the school building to eat at a nearby cafe. As we walked, I realized that after all this time, I never learned this girl's name. Did it even matter to ask now? When we got to the cafe, we sat down outside with the public's eyes stuck on us. How annoying. There were menus on the table and we each took a look at them as a waitress came by.

"What can I get for you?"

My classmate answered first. "Um, I'll just have a (cafe drink and pastry)."

"Alright," the waitress wrote it down and turned to me, "and what about you, handsome~?"

I groaned. I could see that she was blushing at the sight of me and was getting closer to fully catch my eyes.

"I would like for you to get out of my face, bitch." I growled at her, which backfired and only made her blush more. "Yare yare...just get me a hot oolong tea."

"Right away!" The waitress nodded as she skipped away.

Once she was gone, the girl in front of me chuckled, "damn, you really have a way with women. Do you kiss your mother with that mouth, too?"

I groaned again, "shut up. Every girl I talk to is an annoying bitch that has no sense of personal space or boundaries. Not to mention, they're loud. It gets on my fucking nerves."

"Whatever, man. You could at least try to push them off gently."

"Tch.." I crossed my arms as we just started at one another. The thought of finally asking her name passed through my mind, so I did, "what's your name, by the way?"

"Huh? Ooh yeah!" She was slightly surprised that she also realized it was never addressed. "How could it have taken me this long? Haha, I'm (Full name). But I'd prefer if you just called me (name)." She said with a smile.

(Name)? S'not a bad name, pretty fitting for her. I thought to myself. I then noticed her smile faltering down as she looked away from me, deep in thought. (Name) bit her bottom lip, tapping her index finger on the table.

"Kujo? Can I ask you something?" With a curiously raised brow, I hummed for her to continue. "Besides suspecting that our "companions" are dangerous, is there a better reason why you don't trust them?"

"I'm not suspecting. They are dangerous, or, at least mine is. And for another reason? I don't have one." I saw the disappointment in (name)'s eyes from my answer, but there really wasn't more for me to defend with. "The day my spirit appeared, it acted like a savage. It nearly killed that man."

"Okay, I see that. But that thug was literally about to shank you in the spine. Your spirit saved your ass like mine has done many times for me."

Reminding me that she also had a spirit, I recalled, "you said you had your spirit for two years, right?" She nodded. "How and when did yours manifest?"

(Name) then proceed to tell me the story about her fire woman and how she saved her and her friends from a perverted drunkard. It was an interesting story to hear. (Name) was just coming out of junior high then, and something like that happened to her on a night out. She and her friends were rather lucky to be saved that night. Now I fully understand why she calls her spirit a guardian angel. Mine, however.. No. I still don't trust it.

Our orders came soon after and we stopped talking for a while to eat/drink them. I drank my oolong tea as I oddly continued to stare at (name) in front of me. She had taken an exercise book out of her bag and began to study while eating her pastry. This classmate of mine somehow managed to take all my attention, which was a first. I never really looked at a woman's direction with interest, yet she was an exception. I didn't know why.

Was it because (name) was more tolerable than most women I've met? She thankfully wasn't an annoying fangirl, but she was a little pushy when it came to accepting my spirit. Or was it her personality? She was definitely a joker, everything had a punchline to laugh at. Although, there is a kindness to her. She means well and has a good heart so, she wouldn't take anything too far. But..that sudden defensiveness that comes out of nowhere. Takes no shit from anybody, not even from me, despite my reputation. Then, what of her style? Didn't have much change from the regular uniform except by adding a few accessories that no other girl had worn to school before. Overall, (name) wasn't bad to look at. Her not staring back made it better, even.

"I know I'm hot and all, but is there a reason as to why you're eyeing me?"

I snapped out of my thoughts as I realized that (name) caught onto my gaze. She lifted her head a little to face me and I was able to see her eyes again. It was still mesmerizing to see how her makeup frames her eyes.

I set my tea down back on the table. And as I hid my face underneath my cap, again, I sighed. "I was just spacing out. Don't get so full of yourself."

🪄You🪄

"Ah-ha. Sure, Kujo." I smirked as I looked at Kujo, my bag hanging over my shoulder, "well, I guess that's that. I'm headin' home, you?"

He nodded and stood up, "I'm off too."

We left the cafe and split our ways after the next curb...or after crossing the street.....after the bus?? Seriously? No matter the direction, we were strangely going the same way. The silence got more awkward as time passed on. I gave a hearty laugh to break the ice.

"Hahaha! What? Are you walking me home now, dude?"

Kujo rolled his eyes at my rhetorical joke, "I'm just heading to -----* street."

"You're joking.." I stared in disbelief. We stop at a home that was clearly a traditional style. The family plaque name was at the gate and I read it. Kujo. "You live here?!"

"God, you're annoying," I heard him mutter, irritably, "Surprised that I'm rich kid?"

"No, I could care less," I crossed my arms. "I'm surprised because I live over there." I pointed to the fourth house down with a Sakura tree, across the way. "We've been living as neighbors and we never once crossed paths?"

"Yare yare daze.." Kujo opened the gate to his home and went inside without another word. No bye, no nada.

"Hmph...prick." I go back to my home, but I'm stopped by the sound of a car horn. "Hm?" I turned around and saw my friends in Tenshi's brand new car.

"(Name)! You're not going to study already, are you?"

"Yeah! It's a Friday, come on!"

I amusingly smirked at my girls, "you really wanna go out, now?"

"It's not a party with you, bitch. You in, or you out?" Hana lowered her pink shades with a raised brow.

I swear, these girls were crazy as me, "move over. I'm driving," but I'm worse..