An Unhealthy Obsession

Rule One

Hello, this is originally written on my Ao3 account but I'm cross posting to my Wattpad. So if you think you may have seen this before you probably have.（'υ｀）Anyway let's get into it:

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(Y/N)'s Complete Guide to Achieving Success

Rule One of Ten:

'Make him chase you'.

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September 1986...6 months before the journey to Egypt

To Jotaro Kujo taking the long way home was a blessing, others may have seen this as an inconvenience, wondering through a quiet suburb was not many peoples idea of fun, especially when it was chucking it down with rain. The heavy torrential type, that soaks you to the very bone, one that fills up the craters in the pavement.

Jotaro's large frame looked like a gloomy shadow through the mist and rain, his black school uniform heavy and sodden through from the storm. But to him it was better than what he may have encountered on the Main Street. The street, the teenager was so eager to avoid, was right outside the school and coincidentally lead exactly to his house.

One place he did not want people from school finding.

Jotaro was by no means a frightened, skittish person, on most days he wouldn't care who knew where he lived. People were people and people were weak, that was obvious by the sort of stunts the students pulled at school.

Jotaro's school, although being in a nice part of town, was no stranger to the usual stereotypes those being: Bullies, a hierarchy of popularity, wannabes and those considered 'normal'.

There were too, the nerds and goths, who hoarded the library, quietly reading and studying. Sports freaks and geeks, who camped out in the corridor outside the gym, leaving a trail of collecting cards and sweaty foot prints in their wake. Theatre kids and innocents, who practically lived in the drama classrooms, and would always argue over the volume of the pop music, that would be blasting through the stereo used for dance classes.

None of these groups posed any threat to Jotaro, if anything he was the one that posed a danger to them. Even the boys who thought they were 'so hard' for selling drugs behind the sheds went silent when he walked in the room. Jotaro was famous in the concrete brick of a school for two reasons, those being: that you didn't cross him and...that he had an obsessive fan following.

And when it was described as 'obsessive', that was clearly meant.

That was the reason Jotaro took the long way home.

They would grab and pull on his clothes, follow him to classes, spy on him at lunch, leave little messages for him everywhere. One had even taken it as far as to find his house and climb through his bedroom window for Gods sake, he had found her hiding under his bed and had almost knocked her out cold. But Jotaro, in the end, left it to the police, who had to escort her out the house, all the while she cried and struggled.

He was tired of it, of all those people, of those stupid people who wanted to interfere in his life. Who saw nothing but his face, who just wanted to annoy him.