Envious (Jotaro X Female reader)

Ch.1 • Jotaro Kujo (Rewritten)

- Jotaro is 18 years old in this story . This story takes places after Stardust Crusaders , in which Jotaro was oficially listed as 17 years old . In the first episode of JJBA Part 4, 28 year-old Jotaro says the end of JJBA Part 3 happened ten years prior, interpretation: he turned 18 towards the end of Part 3.

- The reader in this book is initially listed as 17 years old and goes on to turn 18 years old.

Saturday afternoon.

You laid on your side on the bed belonging to your highschool's most popular deliquent: six feet and five inches tall, well-built and undeniably good-looking...

Jotaro Kujo.

"Jojo".

He kept clean-shaven, was incredibly strong and had a tan skin complexion . The 18 year-old had luscious eye lashes , thick brows, and dark unkempt hair which usually stayed hidden under a hat - some of whose wavy strands' ends hung comfortably behind his ears, each pierced with a small gold stud, but not veiling those deep and luminous green eyes. Not known to many, he had a purple star-shaped birthmark behind his left shoulder.

His mother Holly , as she insisted you call her, had gotten used to your unnanounced visits to The Kujo House, which was more like your second home . The girls at school who once fawned over Jojo no longer formed a lovestruck entourage around him on his walks to school, but instead formed a quieter, smaller clusters and watching their beloved from a distance away.

Feeling bored, your eyes settled on Jotaro who was reading at his desk; he wore black sweatpants, a green tank top and no hat. A few strands of his hair curled at the ends, brushing the lobes of his ears.

He scanned the pages of his book.

"Jojo" you said again.

"Tch. What the hell do you want ?" he finally answered begrudgingly, not looking up.

When he spoke, you felt your stomach sink. "What do you mean, what do I want ?" you asked, suddenly sitting up . "I've been here for two hours. I don't mean to nag, but all you've done is read that book about planes. You could've done that without me here -"

"Then get lost" he complained in a low mumble , turning a page of his book. "Good fucking grief."

His reply stunned you, so much so that it felt like you had been slapped. Your adrenaline spiked, mixed with feelings of hurt. Without delay, you stood up without saying another word and headed for the door.

"Wait Y/n" Jotaro began, closing the book immediately. "I -"

You slammed his door and stormed out.

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Two days later, it was a Monday and you went to school. You had been ignoring calls and messages from Jotaro because your feelings were still hurt. After lunch break, it was time to go to class; having gotten your English book and other things from your locker, you were about to make your way down the stairs to second floor when your suddenly tripped: your hands, books and stationery flew out infront of you. You yelped as you took descent down the stairs, grimacing when you banged your knee.

"Oh ! Sorry about that ! Are you alright, Y/n ?" Imari Clarke - another love interest of the girls in your school - asked as he rushed down the steps. He was tall, slim and had a messy mop of glossy brown hair - a classmate you got along well with, but had never spoken to much.

"Yeah. I might need an icepack for my knee from the nurse, though."

"Please, let me take you to a local coffee shop after school to make up for tripping you."