all-american :: jotaro x reader

chapter 9 :: all-american education

For some reason, I did not think Japanese tests needed more preparing for than American ones. They do. And lots more, too.

Everyone has retreated from their socially occupied selves to shut-ins at the school library, their noses down in a book and their hands frantically writing points down.

Somehow, this biology test seemed to matter a lot. And let me tell you, it's awkward when you're eating lunch with a class of 5 when you're supposed to have 30.

The teacher reads his newspaper as I eat in my little corner, the only others occupying our classroom being a girl who volunteered to help clean during lunch and the boys who couldn't care about occupying themselves with studying because their half-buttoned uniforms and gelled hair were too cool for school, as they used to say.

I couldn't stand it anymore. I finished off my
single orange, grabbed my bag, and left to one of the few willing times I would go to the library.

The halls were sparse as I walked down. Almost nobody stood around, the rest also studying. Conversations - few meaningless remarks bump against against each other in the hallways and echo off the walls, met by my footsteps somewhere in between.

The walk was quick and painless, and in no time I was sliding apart the doors to our library. I felt a little guilty, the quiet atmosphere being ruined by the ancient doors scraping across the wood frame, but I entered anyway, attempting to close the door as quietly as possible behind me.

The student librarian, a girl I recognized when I had talked to Kakyoin, looks up from her yaoi manga, hid poorly behind a maths textbook. Startled, she adjusts her glasses and wipes at her nose. She stashes the book under her lap, embarrassed, then asks, "what can I do for you?"

I scratch my head. "Can you show me to the...um..." I have somehow managed to completely forget what material was going to be on.

"Looking for the plant systems books?" She asks me. Nodding towards the groups feverishy studying, she smiles. "They seem to be popular today."

I nod sheepishly, ashamed that I've forgotten such a seemingly important topic. She points me in a direction and I'm off, on a quest to find a plant book.

I scan the shelves she's directed me to, and eventually, I find a book dealing with what I'm pretty sure is photosynthesis, judging by the kanji I'm having some trouble reading.

I pick it up and walk over to a table, make a great deal in laying out the book, my notebook and a pencil, and then flipping to the start. I pick out a few things I think are important, and with my equally-as rusty writing skills, I copied them down.

I get through about a page and a half before my train of thought is interrupted by loud giggles. Teenage girl giggles, the worst kind.

"Oh my god," one said from behind the shelves, "imagine going out with him!"

I stop writing, as all of a sudden, Jotaro's face crosses my mind at the words "going out". I hastily put down my pen and slow my drag my hands down my face, trying to get back on track, before I find myself just sitting there like an idiot, hands on my face, listening to their conversation about some boy-

"Nooo," says another in a shocked manner, "Just thinking about it gets me exited."

Her sentence bounces off my eardrums and I have to shake off another unwelcome thought about a certain someone.

The other girl continues. "I'd do anything. Anything, anything, just to go over to his house."

Anything, anything. Her words sit heavy on my shoulder like verbal chains.