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The weekend was over and I was on my way to school. I haven't seen Kujo yet, so I guessed that he would be arriving late, or not showing up at all. What a surprise. I shrugged it off, he'll turn up sooner or later...I hoped.

*Doki doki*

"Wh- what the-!"

I strangely felt my heart thumping, and my cheeks warming up, ever so slowly. Was this? No! Nuh-uh! No way! Not possible! That's insane! It couldn't be what I thought it was. I wouldn't admit or accept it. While trying to suppress these new found feelings, I rushed faster to get to class. I needed a distraction. Anything to get my mind off of him.

Once I was seated, I desperately searched through my bag. Note books, pens, my snacks- aha! Manga! I pulled out my comic from my bag and began to read. This should've kept my mind off of things until class started. But I forgot I was reading a Shōjo manga. The more I read through the imagery pages, I began to think of two certain people in place of these romantic characters. I felt it all over again, but worse. Irritably, I forcefully closed my book and huffed.

What is going on with me? I've never been in this kind of situation before. In fact, I've never fallen in love with someone in real life before. So, why Kujo? What made him my love interest?

I was frustrated with myself, yet I couldn't stop my heart beating. Why was I so mad, though? Shouldn't I embrace these feelings? Answer: No. At that point, it would make everything weird. Not like Kujo and I had a special connection, but we at least treated each other like normal, acquainted classmates. Having feelings for this boy might make him think I became one of his fangirls, and I know how much he hates having them around. However, I can't deny that I've grown accustomed to annoying him, especially during the past week. I've gotten...attached..
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These feelings don't exist, they absolutely cannot exist. I won't ever let them show.

~After a long day of School~

I was making my way back home. I haven't seen Kujo all day. I wondered if something happened to him. Finally making it back to my neighborhood, I saw someone coming out of Kujo's home gates. It was a early-middle aged woman. She looked foreign with her beige blonde hair and american features. Was she possibly..?

"Excuse me," I jogged up to her and grabbed her attention, "would you happen to live here?" When I was close enough, I noticed that the woman had similar aquamarine eyes, like Kujo.

She gave a close-eye smile, bowing her head a little, "why, yes! My name's Holly Kujo, but my friends call me Seiko. And yours?"

Wow, she spoke Japanese amazingly better than I thought. So, this must definitely be his mother. She's so nice...then how the hell did Jotaro become such a jerk?

I respectfully bowed lower in return, formally introducing myself, "I'm (full name), I go to school with your son, J-jotaro."

Mrs. Kujo softly gasped before giggling, "My, aren't you a dear. If you're a friend of my son's, then there's no need for so much formality. You can call me Seiko, as my friends do," she repeated.

"I wanted to ask," I said frankly, "is Jotaro home?"

"Not yet, but I am starting to worry," Mrs. Kujo answered, but her voice became softer, "he never came home last Friday. Or maybe he did and I wasn't awake to see him. I haven't seen him this weekend, or even this morning either. I usually send Jotaro off to school everyday with a goodbye kiss, but he wasn't around."

Aww- wait, no! Focus! She's worried about her son. "Perhaps he went to school early, today?"

"Yeah, perhaps, but it's just not like him to suddenly disappear. I know my Jotaro is strong, but I can't help the feeling that something had happened to him."

I nervously shifted my eyes away. Oh, something happened, all right. But...we parted ways when we got to our homes safely. It wasn't that late so-- Then, all of a sudden, it hit me.

Gripping the handle of my bookbag, I tried to put the woman's mind at ease, "I'm sure he's out somewhere doing typical teenage things, but surely, he's alright. Don't worry."

Mrs. Kujo gained a twinkle of faint in her eyes. As she straightened herself up, she smiled, giving a warm and happy, "okay~!"

"That's the spirit!" I returned the energy, "I'll be off, now. I hope you have a lovely day, Mrs. Ku- I mean, Seiko!"

"Thank you. And the same to you, dear~ bye-bye!"

"Bye!"

We then split our ways, but I wasn't going home anymore. I ran as fast as I could to the police station. That stupid, self righteous prick! He better not be where I know he is! I was fuming. When I got to the police station, I went straight to the front desk.

"Excuse me, do you have someone named 'Jotaro Kujo' locked up in here?"

The person behind the desk looked away from their computer and up to me. They immediately saw how done I was with whatever bullshit I was carrying. Uncomfortably, they checked through their system, and my suspicions were correct. I asked if I could visit him, and they said they'd call for guards to escort me. That boy, is going to be in BIG trouble with me..

The two policemen they called for brought me down to their cellars where they kept their perps. It was a little dark, but thankfully, I could see just fine. The closer we got, I felt Jotaro's presences more evidently. And as I knew it, I was then face-to-face with the delinquent boy I wanted to see.

"..Kujo."

"..(Name)."

The tension between our interaction was thicker that the ice phrase, even colder, too.

"How long have you been in here?" I asked.

"Since Friday night." One of the guards answered for me, "he was supposed to be let out the following morning, but he refused to leave, for some reason."

"Oooh, is that sooo~?" I smirked, sarcastically leaning in closer to the cell bars.

Jotaro, who was glaring down on me, creased even more. I tilted my back a bit to the officers and asked them to leave, that I wish to speak with this boy privately. They said they would, after getting a home number from Jotaro, which he also refused to give.

"Dude, so help me, I will make you eat your stupid hat! You two," I turned to the officers, "go on your map tracker thingy and search for ##th ***** Street, you'll find the Kujo residence. Call them."

"Uhm, r-right away, young lady."

After they walked off, I was finally left alone with Jotaro. He groaned heavily in annoyance. "Yare yare daze, woman. You have problems."

"Hmph, maybe I do. But I'm only doing this for your mother's sake, she's worried about you."

"And how do you know that?"

"I bumped into her, on my way home. She told me that she didn't see you come home last night and that tipped me off. I had a feeling you'd be here. You still believe that our guardians are evil."

Jotaro chuffed and made his way back to his bed in the cell. He pulled a small box and lighter out of his pockets and I couldn't believe it.

"Are you serious, my guy?! You're only 17 and you're smoking?!"

"Grr, shut up! Just when I thought you couldn't get more annoying, you start nagging me. Just leave, if my being here bothers you so much."

Scoffing at my classmate, I walked to the wall behind me and sat down. As I crossed my arms defiantly, I told him, "not a chance. Just like you: I'm not leaving this place either. Not until someone knocks some sense into you."

I heard him chuff again as we sat here in tough silence. I knew we'd be here for a while until Mrs. Kujo arrived. Time flew by slowly. Too slowly. I rolled my eyes for what felt like the thousandth time with a hard sigh. Grabbing my bookbag beside me, I took out one of my notebooks. It wasn't for study but for drawing, I had to do something before died of boredom. I sketched away, capturing the scenes of the prison cells around me. This made good practice, it even made feel more relaxed. Of course, I was still ticked off, not as much anymore.

Eventually, I heard the far away sound of doors opening down the halls, including voices and footsteps. Midway, however, one set of those footsteps picked up the pace and I heard the the calling of a familiar woman, Mrs. Kujo.

"Jotaro!" She called to her son, over and over, hoping for a response that was rudely denied. "Jotaro!..JOTAROOO-!"

"SHUT UP! GET OUT OF MY FACE, YOU BITCH!"
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Oh, hell no.