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after school
2 weeks later..

I was changed into some PJ pants and my same Van Halen shirt as I was laying in my bed on the phone with Samantha, gossiping.

"No, but fucking Velma, in our Phys Ed class, she was so annoying! She kept clinging onto Cliff and I just got so mad!" She complained, "that hoe has no right with MY boyfriend."

I laughed, "You and him aren't even dating yet."

"So? I all ready decided he's mine and if another girl touches him or talks to him I'll beat their ass."

I smiled and flipped to my back as I sighed, "I'm not going to lie...James is the cutest guy I know with long hair. I love his hair."

"I love Cliff's!! What is the thing about men with long hair?" She said and giggled loudly.

I laughed, "I know!"

"What the fuck is wrong with you!?"

I jumped and looked towards where the sound came from and saw Mitch climbing through my window with anger and a black eye and a stitched up eyebrow.

"Mitch- I-I-..." I say nervously.

"Y/n?" I heard Samantha say on the phone as I dropped it on my bed.

Mitch came to me and forcefully grabbed my forearm and then yanked me up.

"Why were you with that fucking chick!? That dude!?!"

"His name is James!" I yelled.

He covered my mouth and shoved me on my bed and pinned me down and glared at me.

"You don't know just how much trouble you got me in. You got me suspended for 3 weeks and my parents grounded me!! And you're going to prance around with that faggot and I can't stand it. You disobeyed me and you are going to know the consequences of it."

I nervously tried to wiggle out but he forced me down harder and then hung up the phone.

"What did I miss about that guy? Is there something special to him that you just can't get out of your mind? You just don't love me anymore?"

I felt scared as I shake my head, "I do love you, Mitch. I just-...I don't like fights and you know that!...it was that boy's first day too from Downy, Cali. You can't even give him a break? It's been 2 weeks! You don't know what he's been through, I don't want to find out by him crying and all beaten up or worse. I don't want to see that for anyone and he's a very nice man! He has a few classes with me and lunch and I've gotten to know him more and his friends and ham they are not...they aren't-..."

He scoffed, "What? Faggots?"

I cringed, "Yes, Mitch...they aren't. Samantha actually really likes that boy, Cliff Burton, because he's charming and sweet! James Hetfield is a lovely guy and he's very sweet and gentleman-like. He also said he doesn't want to be your bitch, so he's very brave."

Mitch tightened his grip on my arms, "hearing you talk all this talk about him makes me pissed off."

"What!? You want me to just say he's a dickhead when he's the sweetest person I've met since freshman year!? He deserves a good welcome and you've all ready ruined it! You and Devan! I'm glad you were suspended, he ain't deserve what you gave him. You don't even know him! What if they beat you up just because of your hair? What if they beat you up because of the way you talk or look or anythin! It's not right!" I spat as I shoved him off me.

"Baby...I'm sorry. I just got really jealous and I don't know what took over me...will you forgive me? I promise baby, never to hurt him again if he's your friend..." he said and stood there with his puppy dog eyes.

I sighed, "Oh, Mitch..."

I hugged him out of guilt and felt him hug me back.

•••next day

I was wearing an Aerosmith shirt with some jeans and converse as my hair was down and straight instead of curly. I noticed on my way to my locker, James walking by himself and people avoid him. I felt my heart break a little as he tried to go to the bathroom but i quickly ran to him and stopped him.

"James, hey," I say.

He turned around and saw me, "Hi, Y/n.."

I sighed, "Sorry if I'm bothering you but I wanted to check on you."

He shrugged, "I was just going to check if my face was doing ok."

I sighed and took him into the ladies bathroom which made him nervously tense up and cover his eyes as he saw a girl in here.

"Oh my god- I'm so sorry," he said and covered his eyes as the girl left annoyed.

I went to grab towels as he shamefully dropped his hand and hopped up on the counter and then looked at me.

"I guess I don't look too good."

I shake my head, "But your boys got Mitch pretty bad. Stitches and everything."

James smiled, "Sick...after school, I jammed with them in Lars's garage for about a few hours...maybe that's why I'm also having a bad headache."

I sigh, "Oh, James..."

I began to clean up his face a bit more and dig through my bag for Ibuprofen because sometimes my period cramps get really bad. So I gave him some and so he took it and smiled again at me.

"Thank you."

I nod, "Of course. We're friends, friends help friends."

He furrowed his brows, "We're friends now?"

I looked at him and nod, "Yes, hun."

He swayed his feet a little and looked around, "Well, it's nice to know."

I smiled and pointed to his Misfits shirt, "You like them too? The Misfits?"

He looked at me and widened his eyes, "You like the Misfits?"

I nod, "Hell yeah. They're like- one of my favorites, not including Motörhead and Iron Maiden...a little Aerosmith and Van Halen too, not to mention Queen."

James gasped, "We're best friends now. Are you available after school? Head out to Lars's house with me, Dave, Cliff, and Lars? We do cover songs mostly of the Misfits or whatever else we pull out of our asses."

I nod, "Of course. I don't want to go to work with my dad today."

And that was it. I hadn't known at the time but, going over to that house with those guys would be the unknown of who they would become. Little did I know, it was Metallica in the making and I was just going to witness it...and maybe even see the love of my life perform.