Chosen Ones // A Dave Mustaine Fanfic

CHAPTER THREE: His Own Personal Groupie

I was in an especially bad mood upon waking up the next morning after the club. I still didn't get any work done, and i think i screwed up at any chance of a relationship with james, let alone dave. He seemed really mad. I wish i knew why they didn't like each other- or how exactly they knew each other. I felt like i was missing something huge. I grabbed my unfinished assignments and books, and headed out the door. It was raining yet again. But that's new york weather for you. But guess who was at front steps, waiting in the pouring rain with no coat

"Dave?" i asked, putting my hood up. He turned to look behind him at me. He looked ashamed, yet grateful to see me. He stood up and made his way to me

"Forgive me?" he asked quietly, with cute little puppy eyes. I stared at him. Trying to understand why he was here. I thought he was mad at me, not the other way around.

"...You're not mad i kissed your friend?" he shook his head

"He's not my friend- and no.. i deserved it. I had time to think last night.. I snapped. It was wrong. I was really being serious about not being used to the nice guy thing.." he looked down. I smiled and hugged him

"Don't worry, dave" i said and kissed his cheek "we all say things we don't mean sometimes" he hugged me back tighter than i did. It made me involuntarily smile.

"I'll try to be better" he promised me. He was getting to the point of apologizing for more than he'd done...

"Dave?" i asked

"Yes, love?" he replied and sighed happily

"You had sex with someone, didn't you" he tensed up a bit

"Maybe" he said as quiet as possible, burying his head in my neck to sound even more muffled. I unwrapped his arms from my waist and pushed him off of me.

"I'm going to be late" i said flatly, and he walked me all the way to class. Didn't he have a job? He was quiet. At least he felt bad about it, but i had no right to be so rude about this. It's not like we were meant to only be seeing each other. Of course, there were other guys i was seeing before dave. And i would probably still see them. I shouldn't be so jealous, but i hated the thought that he's making me feel so special and unique, but he's doing the exact same thing to six other girls. He laced his fingers with mine. I looked at our hands. His fingertips were rough, so i assumed he played guitar in that band.

"Are you really going to be late? Or did you just say that to get away" he asked me, looking at my face.

"No.. i actually have about two hours before class starts" i grinned slightly "i thought if i left early i might miss you if you happened to be out" he laughed

"You're very mean" i smiled at his remark "but does that mean we can take a slight detour?" i shrugged

"Sure, why not" i said "where?"

"It's a surprise, dummy, i think you'll like it, though" he squeezed my hand.

We came to a building, but he sort of rushed as we walked in, so i couldn't read the sign above the door.

"Hi, dave mustaine for combat records.. I'm a bit late for the meeting" he looked at me and smiled "this is my girlfriend, she'll be coming up with me too" i blushed. I didn't even know what we were doing here, but he was so distracting. It was like it didn't matter where in the world i was, as long as he was next to me i'd always have something to think about.

"You like megadeth, right?" he asked me as we walked down a hallway with the secretary leading us, showing us where to go. I nodded profusely

"Very much, why?" he chuckled