author's note; hey! Thanks for reading this self indulgent high school au of mine ... Tagged teen for violence / swearing! Caejosuzie all the way, though.

It was an average morning for Joseph, all things considered. He'd gotten up early, tussled his brother Jotaro's hair, promised his father that he'd have the car back by the end of the school day, and kissed his mother goodbye. Suzie had held onto his arm as he drove them to school, and his teachers had patted his shoulder on the way to class. Not bad for the best Quarterbacker in the entire state, really.

First period is where things became interesting. The brunette had settled into his usual spot by the window so he could drift off and ignore the first half of this class - Algebra? This early? Disgusting. But something new caught his eye, a messy fluff of yellow locks. Huh? Blinking, his attention went from the waving flag outside to whatever was going on up front. What he saw made his azure eyes widen just a little. Standing next to the plump math teacher was a boy with half lidded emerald eyes that glared holes into the entire class without trying, narrow, deftly pointed eyebrows, pink lips curled into an unfriendly sneer, and a dark blue hoodie laying gently against his pale skin that only made the strange azure markings just under his eyes look even more bizarre.

Who the hell was this? Joseph felt his heart skip a beat when he looked at the way those long, dark eyelashes framed his hooded green eyes.

'...will be joining us from Italy, so make him feel welcome!'

Italy?! Joseph quirked a brow at that. Who the hell transfers from Italy to America, for Christ's sakes? Furrowing his brow, Joseph imagines what this guy must be like. Tries too hard to be suave, probably picks up a lot of girls with his linguine or his macaroni, sensitive, artsy -

'Ah! There's a spot next to Joseph. Why don't you take that one, Zeppeli?'

What?! No! Joseph's mouth gapes a little as he speaks up, "Next to me?! Teach, he won't be able to see the-"

Joseph's protest is cut short by the book that slams onto the desk next to him and those emerald eyes staring icily into his blue ones.

"You have a problem with that? Too bad, Joestar."

His mouth hangs open as the blonde proceeds to ignore him, no one had ever spoken to him like that in, well ... Ever! For once, during the entire class period, he was quiet. But with Joseph's quietness, it also gave him a lot of time to stew in the anger of being so badly snubbed, and in front of the whole class too. By the end of today, Joseph vowed to show this guy the what for.

Annoying.

American high school was, in a short summary, annoying. The girls swooned over the airheaded, muscle-packed jocks (not that he minded looking), the boys inflated their egos nearly as much as they did their dicks, and the teachers treated him like he was some kind of idiot. He needed a break, so that's what he was accomplishing in a shady part of the school courtyard, behind a long-forgotten old gym. Caesar breathes out a plume of smoke through his nose and also his lips as he brings the cigarette back to his mouth, his thoughts on ending this god-forsaken day quicker so he could get to the real reason he was there. The blonde wondered if there were rumors about him yet. There had to be, seeing how he snapped at the beloved Joestar boy and had told a teacher to eat an ass in perfect Italian. With enough sneers, the intended message had gotten through. The cig is done for so he reaches for another one - only to hear someone approaching.

"Nyo-hoh, Caesar, it's been an age and a half! I'd recognize those shitty triangles anywhere."

That laugh! He turns to see his cousin Gyro Zeppeli (who he had heard immigrated here) with his hands on his hips and his grills glinting, the strange squares for his beard weirder than usual and his long hair tied up.

"No goddamn way, Gyro?"

"You've gotten bigger, squirt!"

"No shit, what the hell is on your face?"

"Normally, I would say Johnny..."

Caesar nearly choked on his cigarette. That earned a laugh from Gyro as the elder Zeppeli crossed his arms, his gold grills glinting.

"What the fuck, Gyro!"

"What? If he's not on my face then he's usually on my di-"

Gyro didn't get the chance to finish his innuendo before Caesar shoved his strange hat down over his face. The brunette struggled while the blonde regained his cool, wiping the corners of his mouth. Gross.

"So-How did you get to the grand old USA in the first place?"

"Fuck off, you have to tell me who Johnny is first."

A deep sigh from the older male.

"Are you completely dense, bambino? He's my boy toy, my lover, my crybaby, my boyfr-"

"Alright alright, I get it!"

"Gyro's turn. Your folks finally ditch good old Italy and take you too orrr...?"

A bit of an awkward pause lingers in the air as Caesar looks away.

"Nah. Mom's dead and dad went somewhere else. Nobody knows where that deadbeat went. They separated us at the orphanage."

Gyro makes a noise like he's sucking in air through his grills.

"Now that's some shit, cousin."

"Don't I fucking know it. Your folks still around?"

"Hah! Good joke. Johnny and I live together - He's rich and I'm good at gold digging."

"That does sound like you."

This time, Caesar's arm is jostled. The blonde can't help but grin, it had been a long time since he'd seen any other Zeppeli's.

"Did you know you've already got a mysterious bad boy rep, Cece?"

That makes him quirk a brow.

"Finally. These dumb Americans inflate their pricks until it gets stuck in their heads. I hope they try something."

Gyro clacks his grills, earning a grimace from Caesar.

"Nyo~ho! Be careful what you wish for."

"The fuck's that supposed to mean?"

"It means I hope you're all bite and no bark."

The bell rings just as Caesar narrows his eyes, Gyro turning to leave.

"Better get to class, Cece!"

"Choke on a fat one, Gyro."

"Maybe later."

Caesar is left wondering if that was a threat as he puts his lighter away and heads for his next class, which he figures he'll sleep through anyways.