It was just some silly love spell - something that was accidently stumbled upon in a dusty old book. Sure, you'd seen it before on TV shows or movies, it was taboo, fake. It wasn't supposed to work.

It was cliche, every other girl in school liked Jotaro, no obsessed over Jotaro - constantly following him around, begging him for even something as simple as a look, but the man always neglected anything of, he hated the attention. Not that you were a part of that crowd, but you never denied the fact he was cute. One day he bumped into you and actually said sorry, even helped you get your books of the floor. The whole interaction that started this whole stupid crush on him.

Jotaro is still the same, except for the fact that one thing, one person in his thoughts is a constant: you. Does he know how it started? No. Does he care? No. He woke up one day and suddenly he was in love with you, and only you. He was like an obsessed puppy for you.

Some days you can't help but wonder if you'd just let it run its course, maybe at some point in time his love would be genuine and natural. But no, you just had to do that stupid love spell and it started to feel more like a curse than a blessing to have the delinquent be in love with you.