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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      ジョジョの奇妙な冒険_|_JoJo_no_Kimyou_na_Bouken_|_JoJo's_Bizarre_Adventure, Hatoful
      Kareshi_|_Hatoful_Boyfriend
  Relationship:
      Dio_Brando/Jonathan_Joestar, Erina_Pendleton_Joestar/Jonathan_Joestar,
      Jonathan_Joestar/Robert_Edward_O._Speedwagon
  Character:
      Robert_Edward_O._Speedwagon, Jonathan_Joestar, Dio_Brando, Erina
      Pendleton
  Additional Tags:
      Eventual_Smut, eventual_guro, Abandoned_Work_-_Unfinished_and
      Discontinued
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-07-21 Chapters: 3/? Words: 4626
****** Hurtful Boyfriend ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Jonathan Joestar, a sopohomore at the prestigous St. Sanguinem's
     school for women meets the infamous Dr. Brando.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Ladies and Gentleman *****
Chapter by orphan_account, Schediaphilia
April 8th.
St. Sanguinem’s, an all female world-renowned school that trains women to
become the best of the best.
He was often asked why I chose to come here, despite not being a girl. It’s a
long story…
“Jonathan! You’re late today!”
“Ah, Erina!”
“You’re usually ready by an hour ago! Did you oversleep?”
This girl is Erina Pendleton. They’ve been friends since early childhood. She’s
responsible, kind, sweet, adorable… And his best friend.  When they were going
to separate after middle school he was devastated. Without even having said a
thing, his father called him aside and told him he found a loophole to get
Jonathan into the academy. They had made an exception for his father,
Jonathan’s grandmother having donated a large portion of the money required to
build the school here, in her home town.
“Ah, father needed help in the garden. He’s still trying to grow all our own
food.”
Erina frowned a bit.
“Living like that sounds tough… I could always come by and help though.”
“I might take you up on that offer. Thanks, Erina!”
The Westminster chime came resounding out the brick walls.
“Oh! The bell! Come on, Erina!”
Taking Erina’s hand he rushed into the school, pulling her behind him.
“No good being late on the first day!” Erina shouted as they ran.
It’s the first day of a new semester. He wonders what lies in store this year?
He  can’t help but hope he’ll make some friends. Erina was fantastic, but
everyone else seemed to avoid him.  Well, it can’t be helped.
Carefully they found our way to class 2-3, Erina and he were in the same class
again this year. He didn’t really recognize any of the girls in the classroom.
He hoped they’d all get along.
Just then the teacher walks in.
“Good morning, everyone!”
He walked towards the front of the room and turned to address everyone. He’s
thin, which looks kind of weird for his body type, with long blonde hair
falling below his shoulders.
“Err, I’m Robert Edward O. Speedwagon. I seem to be your teacher this year.”
He paused, blinking, head falling forwards.
“I specialize in maths and…”
“Physics…”
“And also… some…”
“Some… other things…”
For a moment he was silent, head slumped forwards as he was standing. Just then
a loud snore ripped out of him.
Just then Erina piped up.
“Sir! Please wake up! It’s still homeroom!”
Wa-wait! Wake up?!
“He sleeps with his eyes open?!”
Despite his eccentricities, this professor is a famous maths genius. Jonathan
had heard rumors before of him being narcoleptic, but he had no idea you could
fall asleep standing up! 
“Ah, I’m sorry… Isn’t it a tad warm in here?” He looked back and forth, eyes
unfocused.
After passing out the syllabus, Mr. Speedwagon begins explaining some ethics of
class. He manages to make it to the section on academic honestly before falling
asleep. Everyone nodded at each other, implicitly agreeing to skip that tired
lecture and let him sleep.
So, Erina and Jonathan spoke softly to each other in the meantime, some of the
girls looking at them. He had never really considered it too weird to be
friends with her; but everyone took them for a couple. Not that he would have
minded! But it wasn’t like that.
It seemed like the day just slipped by and before he knew it Mr. Speedwagon was
wrapping up.
“All right ladies, that’s enough for today.”
More than used to the slip, he was the only male student after all, he raised
my arms and stretched.
Looking to his left to rise with Erina, he found an empty desk instead.
Carefully, he kept a large space from the girls shuffling out of the classroom
and walked up hesitantly to Mr. Speedwagon.
“Uhm, do you know where Erina went, sir?”
He seemed to consider the desk Jonathan was pointing at for a moment.
“Oh, miss Pendleton? She said she was going to the infirmary.  Maybe she’ll
still there?” He suggested in an offhand manner.
Oh, he should’ve thought of that. Erina had a rather weak constitution and got
ill easily, culminating in her weak stomach. He’d go to the infirmary just to
make sure she’s okay.
After some difficulty, he found the infirmary. Outside the door on a plastic
plaque is, “Infirmary. Dr. Dio Brando.” He couldn’t really say he recognized
the name. He never really followed Erina to the infirmary before. He realized
this was the first time He’d stepped foot inside, feeling suddenly glad for his
own relative health at the sanitized scent inside.
“Excuse me…” He said as he walked in further. He was met with silence. Looks
like no one’s here.  Taking a peek, Jonathan sees there’s no one in the beds
and the doctor himself is absent.
“Erina?” Jonathan asked.
There was no reply. The infirmary was definitely empty.
“Huh, that’s weird… Guess she must’ve gone home without me.” Jonathan said
aloud to himself. He began to feel nervous about poking around the empty room,
beginning to notice how white and clean everything was.  Walking over to the
cabinet by the doctor’s desk, he noticed the amount of bottles within.
Staring at the dozens of labels he gasped out, “Wow, there’s lots of drugs in
here!”
Placing his hands on the glass he leaned in to try and read some of the labels.
“Ethylpar, tri-fe, lucio benzene… What do these do, I wonder?”
Just then a voice appeared accompanied by hot breath on the back of his neck.
“Care to find out?”
Jonathan jumped, bumping into the cabinet before attempting to hurt around.
“The- the- d-d-doctor!?” Jonathan yelped and caught a glimpse at the man.
Leaning over Jonathan predatorily he bared his teeth in a grin.
“I’ll feed you all sorts of things, if you want, that is. Hmmm?” Jonathan
backed away and found himself unable, back to the cabinet. With a gulp he shook
his head.
“No, thank you!” The answer shook out of Jonathan as he continued shaking his
head.
This large man is the school nurse. Now that Jonathan thought about it, he’s
really creepy in person. He also has a bad reputation around the school. It
seemed like every girl whispered to one another how just talking to him could
lead to you catching rare and exotic diseases. Not to mention that Jonathan
didn’t even hear him enter the door.
Pulling away from Jonathan, a frown appeared on the doctor’s face. Adjusting
his glasses with his left hand he backed up and looked Jonathan up and down.
“You don’t seem to have a good reason to be here. Did you need something from
me?” At the end of the sentence Jonathan for a moment nearly thought the doctor
had smirked but he guessed not.
He nodded.
“I was told that Erina… Erm, Miss Pendleton from 2-3 was in here earlier?” 
Jonathan tried to maintain eye contact but found himself subconsciously looking
away.
The doctor considered Jonathan for a moment before turning, waving his hand
dismissively.
“She’s already gone.”
Jonathan paused, as did the doctor. Dr. Brando didn’t turn to look back, only
intensifying the silence.
“….Oh. I see.”  Jonathan nodded and added, “Sorry to bother you,” rather
quickly to his statement. With that, he turned and left.
When the door click closed he felt a wave of relief.  He was finally out of the
infirmary and away from the infamous Dr. Brando. He stopped to consider his
options. Erina had already gone home, so he made his way home as well.
 
~~~~~~ End of Chapter 1 ~~~~~
***** Of Clubs and Desks *****
Chapter by orphan_account, Schediaphilia
Chapter Summary
     Jonathan joins the infirmary staff with Erina and doesn't heed her
     advice.
 
April 11th
Everyone is still settling into their seats when Mr. Speedwagon picks up some
papers and begins speaking.
“Errr, it says we should pick class council today. As you all know, you’re not
required to join any of the clubs offered. You can go home after school if
you’d prefer.” He paused and smiled.
Jonathan had the feeling Mr. Speedwagon was a part of the “Going home” club in
his youth. After some rather loud bickering Mr. Speedwagon turned to Erina.
“Have you chosen anything yet, Miss Pendleton.” She nodded.
“I’m on infirmary staff again this year.” She looked a tiny bit nervous and
Jonathan could understand why. Dr. Brando was a really intimidating guy! But he
must open up eventually, right?
“I wonder what I should do,” Jonathan wondered out loud. He didn’t mind sports,
but when he tried to join last year the girls decided he had an unfair
advantage. He didn’t really have any talent for music or arts. Flipping open
the pamphlet on clubs he read.
“Boy watching club… What kind of thing is that?!” Jonathan pointed
incredulously at the page.
Erina just laughed.
“Well, it’s an all girl school. Not many of these girls have a chance to talk
to boys on a daily basis.”
Jonathan gulped. Were they watching him?!
Shaking his head he continued reading. Manga club was a no, he didn’t really
get it no matter how much Erina encouraged him to read Pink Dark Boy.  Erina
was a huge fan and always took the art class with professor Kishibe- no, he
liked to be called Kishibe-sensei, Jonathan remembered crinkling his nose. That
guy really rubbed him the wrong way. Well, he had no intention of taking art
class, even if it meant spending more time with Erina. He briefly considered
whether he’d rather eat a urinal cake over spending a semester with that
artist. Definitely not.
He continued poring. Sports were all nos. He couldn’t sew, he had brief images
of needles through his fingers. Cooking club sounded okay. He did like food
after all.
“I’m thinking about Cooking Club,” he said finally.
Looking up at the tone in Erina’s voice, he noticed her expression when she
said, “Oh? That sounds nice.”
Jonathan paused.
“Ac-actually- I mean- I want to be on the infirmary staff with you!”
Erina blinked with a stunned look for a moment.
“Are you sure? You just said that—“
“No, I’m positive! I, I kind am interested in that sort of thing!” He lied.
Erina didn’t look anymore assuaged but nodded with a small smile.
“You’re on the infirmary staff since you’re on good terms with Dr. Brando,
right?”
Erina frowned a bit.
“Well… I don’t think anyone is really on “good terms” with Dr. Brando. But he
seems to tolerate me, yes.”
Jonathan stared. Wait, so was he always like that? This was sounding like a bad
idea. Maybe he should change his mind--.
“I mostly do it for the volunteer credit. We need 20 hours to graduate,
afterall.”
Oh. Oh right. He had forgotten all about that. Last year he had quickly
shrugged it off, “I’ll do it next year!” But that sort of sounded like a lot,
now that he thought about it.
“The doctor has a bad temper so I only made 10 hours last year… Not counting
being sick, myself.”
Jonathan nodded. That didn’t seem like a lot. It didn’t seem like a lot at all.
What, did he just send her home within ten minutes or something? Or did he just
neglect to mark her hours?
Well, in any case, he decided he’d join her on the staff if only for the
volunteer credit. If Erina can handle Dr. Brando, then Jonathan could. Maybe,
he thought nervously.
Jonathan raised his hand, “Mr. Speedwagon! Can I have the slip to join the
infirmary staff?”
Everyone looked at him as if he was completely nuts. Well, except Erina and Mr.
Speedwagon. The professor seemed to pause and study Jonathan but dozily handed
him the slip.
“It’s good to get your volunteer work done now,” he commented before looking
down at the papers again.
“That’s everyone, isn’t it?” There was a quiet hum of agreement.
“Well, have fun everyone!” He smiled and seemed more energetic than he had in
the few days since meeting Jonathan. Jonathan couldn’t help but smile in turn
at the energy.
 
April 12th.
Jonathan wondered what to take for his electives. Gym wasn’t necessary—He’s a
800 vitality guy! He was able to kick his enemies into the next city if he
tried! And music class… He remembered breaking the triangle last semester by
hitting it too hard and decided that was a no. That was left maths class.
To be honest, Jonathan was quite curious in maths to begin with and even moreso
in the professor. He seemed like such an honest, sweet man despite his illness.
And the more Jonathan heard him talk about maths the more passionate he knew
Mr. Speedwagon was. It was motivating!
Deciding to take maths, he was a bit disappointed but unsurprised to find Mr.
Speedwagon dozing though the class. But at least he made it through the
material today! He mentally cheered him on.
 
April 15th.
Oh man, he couldn’t believe he was late! It was the first day he was supposed
to help out at the infirmary and he was late. He ran in.
“Oh hi, Jojo.” Erina waved gently as he walked in, absorbed in already cleaning
the floor.
“Oh by the way, don’t touch his desk.” She mentioned offhand while handing
Jonathan a duster. Really? They just cleaned? That was significantly more
boring that he had expected.
“His desk?” Jonathan asked twisted the plastic handle and analyzing the felt on
the tip.
“It’s his private area.” Erina said while walking past with a basket full of
linen to be cleaned.
“His private area?” Jonathan just nodded dumbly.
“Okay I need to go down to the janitor’s room to clean these- Can you get the
bookcase for me, Jojo?”
“Sure!” She walked out the room and Jonathan began his task. So she cleaned all
of this everyday on her own? And yet she had only 10 hours of volunteer work
accounted for? Jonathan was beginning to worry if the doctor was particularly
lazy. Or maybe just sadistic.
Upon finishing he placed the duster in the bin near the floor with other
cleaning utensils and looked around awkwardly. He wasn’t really sure what
needed cleaning and what did—it looked spotless when he walked in, yet she was
finishing up the floor—which looked perfectly fine to him.
Awkwardly he found himself walking around. Finally he found himself looking at
the cabinet again. What did the academy need drugs like these for anyway? It
seemed more like a laboratory than an infirmary. Or perhaps more accurately, a
human experimentation room. But he was probably just getting nervous, having
seen one too many horror film.
Moving his gaze he noticed some white sticking out from metallic grey. Looks
like some of Dr. Brando’s papers are half askew in the draw, sticking out
haphazardly. Huh. Everything looked neat last time but Jonathan supposed Dr.
Brando was a little bit messy. Jonathan felt a kinship in that regard.
Erina said not to touch his desk but… It seems a little weird to have those
pages sticking out like that.  Walking over he reaches towards the papers--.
“You again?”
Jonathan jumped, yet again. And yet again there is hot breath on the back of
his neck.
“D-d-d-doctor Brando! I’m sorry—when did you?!” Jonathan tried to turn around
but held his shoulder firmly held in place and he squirmed under the doctor’s
hold.
“I just got back, but…” Jonathan could feel hot breath on his ear. He sounded…
Not really angry. More amused. But with the way he was so close, like a
predator.
Jonathan wasn’t going to die right?! Right?! Not on his first day on the staff!
“Oh my, my, we do have sticky fingers don’t we.” The doctor pushed the files in
and closed the drawer, pulling Jonathan’s head up to look him in the eye.
“That’s--! I wasn’t stealing or anything, I’m cleaning so--!”
Dr. Brando’s expression changed from interest to confusion for a moment.
“Clean?”
Jonathan finally caught his breath when Dr. Brando hauled him back up to a
standing position and stood away from the young man. He looked disinterested
now. Good, Jonathan liked disinterested if interest meant that again. Jonathan
very nearly could’ve bitten off his own arm to get away from the doctor just
then.
“…Oh. I see. You’re on the staff now.”  He considered Jonathan, readjusting his
glasses with his left hand.
“Did Miss Pendleton say anything about my private area?”
Jonathan froze and his eyes glanced downwards in guilt.
“Yes sir.”
“And what did she say?” Dr. Brando narrowed his eyes.
“Not to touch it.” Jonthan glanced away from even his shoes—they were too much
for him to handle. He wanted to disappear.
“Not to touch what?” Dr. Brando inquired. Jonathan could’ve sworn he sounded
almost amused. But he found that unlikely. Scary people like him only liked
taking candy from babies or genocide.
“Not to touch your private area, sir.” Jonathan blinked and looked up.
He could’ve sworn he heard a snicker.
“Yes, well. Please, do be more careful next time, Mr. Joestar.” He shook his
head softly before crossing his arms. He smiled lightly at his new protégé of
sorts.
“Curiosity killed the cat, you know…” He smirked openly.
“Among other things.” Jonathan nearly fell over when the doctor actually
laughed. He hadn’t expected that. Hmmm, maybe he wasn’t so bad after all? If he
liked jokes, right? Though Jonathan though it was rather dark, people who like
humor are generally okay, right? He was deluding himself, wasn’t he?
“Y-yes, sir…” Jonathan looked away from the doctor’s smiling face.  His gaze
was impossible to handle. It made Jonathan almost feel like he was being
hunted. He’d definitely never touch the doctor’s desk again.
~~~~~ End of Chapter 2 ~~~~~
***** Aggressive Sports Festival *****
Chapter by orphan_account, Schediaphilia
Chapter Summary
     Jonathan bitterly has to choose what to do during the sports festival
     he's banned from participating in.
April 21st.
Jonathan rushes to school, having overslept. Of course he had to be late on the
day of the class hike. Finally, he reaches school by the time his class is
outside, walking. Catching up he waves to Erina happily.
After hiking awhile they take a break on a grassy hill. At first Jonathan looks
for Erina but then notices she’s talk to two girls. He didn’t really recognize
them. Had she already made new friends? She was always so charming and
energetic. He didn’t want to interrupt her so…
But he didn’t know anyone else here. Well, excepting Mr. Speedwagon. He had
nothing better to do and he figured talking to him was better than sitting
alone or bothering Erina. Walking over he waved lightly to the older man.
Mr. Speedwagon seemed extra dozy at the moment but looked at him curiously.
“Hmm..? What is it, Joestar? Break isn’t over yet.”  His eyes were unfocused
but Jonathan figured it was worth a shot.
“Well, I wanted to talk to you, sir.”  Jonathan smiled. Speedwagon’s expression
only grew more confused and strangely, concerned.
“Your friends are here. Why don’t you go and talk to them?”
Friends? He noticed Mr. Speedwagon’s gaze led back to Erina and those two
girls. Oh, he must think Jonathan is friends with them too. He wished that were
true, but he didn’t find it appropriate to invite himself into their
conversation.  Jonathan gulped and looked at his teacher. He didn’t look upset
or anything, just very tired and very confused. Maybe he doesn’t like talking
or something?
“Do you not want to talk to me, sir?” Jonathan asked quietly, suddenly finding
it difficult to stare at anything but his fingers. It was beginning to upset
him the more he thought about it. Did his new homeroom teacher not like him?
“No, no, that’s not what I meant, Joestar…” Speedwagon shook his head slowly,
eyelids popping down for a moment then snapping open.
Was it because he was having an episode?
Jonathan felt bad all of a sudden, was he making him uncomfortable?
But Speedwagon just continued as he sat down on the grass, seemingly giving in.
“You’re a…”
“…funny…”
“Guy…”
Nod
“Joestar…”
With that his weight gave out and he toppled forwards onto the grass, snoring
on his stomach.
“Wait! No!” Jonathan shook his shoulder.
“I haven’t even said anything yet!”
Jonathan sighed as shaking did nothing to rouse his teacher. He stared for a
moment and noticed the Spring weather was really quite nice, quite warm. He
could see why Mr. Speedwagon was so sleepy lately. It must be hard to stay away
in warmer weather. And lying on the grass did look rather comfortable. Finding
a spot not too close to his teacher but not too far he tried to emulate his
teacher’s sprawl.
“Form of… a starfish!” He stretched out. …You know, this was actually pretty
comfortable. Well, lying around won’t hurt too much he supposed… Just as long
as he… Made sure to wake up Mr. Speed….wagon….
And so Jonathan took a nap with Mr. Speedwagon.
 
May 6th
Yet another elective day has come by. He much preferred his electives days, at
least he got a semblance of a choice. Even though he knew deep down it was just
an illusion of choice. He had learned that much in Government class (blech).
Choosing to take maths again, he found Mr. Speedwagon in an energetic mood.
However, it seemed Jonathan’s brain was not as energetic.
“I’m not getting this at all…” Jonathan sighed wearily.
Mr. Speedwagon peered over his scrawls and shook his head lightly but didn’t
look disappointed. He seemed rather patient, which matched his usually very
laid back attitude. He seemed to passionate in moments like this, though.
“Hmm… I think you should review the basics again, Joestar.”  He placed the
scratch paper with his failed answers back down. Jonathan was really glad he
was taking this, this was harder than he expected. He was sure he’d bomb the
general exam without it!
“Yes, sir…” Jonathan tried not to hang his head low.
 
May 16th
In the middle of homeroom Mr. Speedwagon suddenly paused and cussed under his
breath. Jonathan raised an eyebrow. He was energetic today, more than he had
expected. Was something wrong?
“Erm, as I’m sure you all know, the sports festival is coming up.”
Don’t remind him.
“Please think about what you’ll do!” Mr. Speedwagon seemed to exhale a sigh of
relief as having said it. Looks like he just forgot to mention it.
Jonathan could hardly believe it was sports festival season already. For one,
it felt way too soon after last year’s disaster. He didn’t need to be reminded
of how he wasn’t allowed to participate and he didn’t expect that to change
this year.
“This already…” Jonathan muttered.
Erina looked over, “Well, it can’t be in the fall since the cultural festival
is then.”
Jonathan shook his head, that wasn’t what he meant. But anyway, just because he
couldn’t participate didn’t mean Erina couldn’t. She wasn’t the fastest of
strongest, but it was meant to be just for fun, right? (So then why can’t he
participate? Ugh, he was still so sore about it.)
“Erina, what are you going to do?”
He tilted his head on his hand.
“Well… I was thinking about doing the three-legged race.” Jonathan raised his
eyebrows. He didn’t actually expect her to be participating.
“Some friends are signing up for that, so I figure I should too.” She looked
away, as if ashamed. Wait, wait, don’t tell me she didn’t play last year
because he couldn’t?! No way! Dammit, now he felt terrible.
He smiled, “That’s great! I hope it’s fun!”
Jonathan sighed as events were called out.
“Oh, that’s right. The first-aid team is always in need. If anyone can’t
decide, you can help them out.” Jonathan nearly cringed when Mr. Speedwagon
looked at him sympathetically. Well, it was that or not participating at all…
Would Dr. Brando be there? He supposed he must be, as the only licensed doctor
in the school.
“That’s all for today.” Mr. Speedwagon’s voice was muffled by the Westminster
chime rolling throughout the building.  He supposed he’d have to give it some
more thought.
 
May 21st
Well, today’s the sports festival! All of the girls looked so excited, some of
them stretching, others running in place excitedly. Some of them looked rather…
unhappy to be participating and it made him upset. He could’ve easily taken
their place. But there was nothing to be done for it.
Now that he thought about it, maybe he shouldn’t have even come to school
today? He hadn’t really decided. Well, it was either watching at this point or
the first-aid tent.  With a sigh he walked over to the tent to find… Absolutely
no one there.
“Eh?”
He looked underneath the med boxes, as if someone was hiding there.
“Eh?!”
Head whipping around he realized he was the only one.
“Se- seriously?! I don’t know the first thing about first-aid!”
Groaning he slumped to the ground. Was one person even worth the effort when
they didn’t know what they were doing? Where was Dr. Brando? He peeked out of
the tent and look around, anywhere, everywhere, desperate to find the doctor.
Huh? Hey, by the tree over there… Is that him sitting in the shade?
It looks like he has a notepad and is writing down something. What’s he doing
over there, anyway? He needed him here!  Stomping over to the tree he soon
found himself standing front of the doctor. Blocking his view, Dr. Brando
looked up at Jonathan’s face in an almost amused face. But mostly his face was
confusion.
“Do you have a death wish?” Dr. Brando asked slowly with a smirk.
Jonathan wasn’t in the mood for this! What if Erina got hurt and he couldn’t
help?!
“Dr. Brando, what are you doing over here?! I’m not trained in first-aid at
all!”
He clenched his fist and glared down at the man.
The doctor merely readjusted his glasses and sighed.
“My skin is rather pale, as you can see. I’m afraid I burn rather easily. “
Jonathan glared, “There’s a tent!” That’s hardly an excuse!
The doctor seemed to be taking in Jonathan right now.
“My, you’re quite aggressive.” Jonathan growled in response. This was seriously
pissing him off!
Sighing, Dr. Brando stood up, pushing back his golden hair. Flicking closed his
red eyes he seemed to be considering something before finally talking.
“To be honest, I didn’t expect anyone. We’ve not had an incident needing
anything more than a band-aid in years.” Jonathan calmed down significantly. He
supposed that seemed reasonable but… Was the tent really uninhabited last year?
That seemed so irresponsible.
“But since you do seem to show passion…” Dr. Brando trailed off with a sigh and
Jonathan stood in place frozen for a second.
“Huh?” Jonathan turned at him walking away slowly, gracefully, as if every step
was meticulated.
“Well? Didn’t you come over here crying because your girlfriend could get hurt?
Let’s go.”
Jonathan jogged to catch up.
“She’s not--!”
“Right.” Did- did Dr. Brando really just roll his eyes at him?!
And so Jonathan spent the day putting bandaids on girls. One rather adventurous
one asked for a kiss from Jonathan, who blushed and refused. There was one who
needed a splint and Dr. Brando actually thanked him for bringing him to the
tent.
“I doubt you would’ve known how to apply that.” He added. Jonathan just shook
his head. You know. Maybe he was a nice guy? Still, he couldn’t help but
remember how the entire time Dr. Brando kept looking at him and taking notes.
Or it seemed like that. Each time Jonathan looked at Dr. Brando, the doctor
seem occupied with the events outside the tent.
Jonathan shook his head.  He was just imagining things. He couldn’t shake the
feeling of being watched, however.
 
~~~~~ End of Chapter 3 ~~~~~
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