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James was sat in history class, clearly not listening to anything the teacher is saying.
He turned to look at a boy in his class, long ginger curly hair, it was pretty.
He noticed the boy looking back at him. James quickly rolled his eyes and made an unfriendly expression, trying to hide the fact he had been staring.
The boy looked away but before he did he flipped James off.
His fists tightened and he clenched his teeth, trying not to make a big scene in class. He hated the boy. He didn't even know him personally but ever since he had fucked his best friends girl there was a rivalry between the two.
Kirk, one of his best friends was totally in love with this girl for years, an they were so happy until the ginger had decided to ruin it.
Going so far as to fuck her on kirk's bed and film it.
He was fucking crazy.
Or just a massive asshole. Apparently it was revenge for something he thought kirk stole, but kirk was such a sweetheart so james had a hard time believing he'd ever steal.
He glanced back to the ginger. They weren't sat that far, he was a little behind James. He obviously noticed him looking as he started glaring at James.
„The hell are you looking' at, motherfucker?"
The boy practically growled, it was fucking scary as fucking fuck. He was muscular, an they were visible today since he was wearing a wife beater.
A look of disgust and hate was on the boys face. Honestly it stung a bit.
„I.. i was just checking the time.." He mumbled back, fucking mumbled. It was pathetic and he already hated himself. Why the hell was he so scared of this Kid?
He looked down, feeling his face heat up from embarrassment at being caught looking again. He fiddled with a pen, nervously.
The ginger sneered and turned away, looking like he was trying to resist punching James right in the face.
He felt angry, so angry. Despite his fear on the outside he was fuming. Who did he think he was? Did he think he could just do what he wanted? Speak to people how he wanted?
What a fucking asshole.
Stereotypical bully. On the sports teams, tall, muscular, rude. Shit he even pushed people around from time to time. He thought he owned the place huh?
He was quiet to, James noticed that. He never really spoke to anyone but these two kids, Jeff young and David Ellefson. And even then he didn't seem that talkative.
Why did James know all this? Well he had been watching him.
Not in a creepy way! He was just.. worried.. yeah worried for Kirk. And his friends, He had messed with Lars a few times, they seemed to have a feud.
It was nothing really. Nothing more. He was just worried. That was why he couldn't help but sneak glances at him at lunch. That was why he went to every football or baseball match he could that Dave would play in. Just to.. make sure he wasn't messing with anyone.
It made sense, Jason sold snacks at every game.. so James was just watching out for him.. Yeah.
He brushed it off and tried to focus. taking notes and trying so, so hard not to look at the ginger boy.
Class ended, finally. It felt like it had been forever. He ran his hands through his long hair, blond. Pushing the curls out of his face and standing up.
Lunchtime. God he had waited hours for this. He was so fucking hungry. As he walked to the cafeteria, he noticed his friends already sitting down an talking. Jason, Kirk and Lars.
As he made his way over to their table, he felt a push from behind, Someone had walked into him.
Groaning, he caught his footing and watched as a mound of ginger hair shoved past him, looking back to grin.
He clenched his fists again, but held his tongue. His friends looked at him in concern as he staggered over to the table.
„He's such a fucking asshole!" Lars said, slamming his fist on the table. James pulled out a sandwich from his bag. He was still seething. Hands shaking.
„What the fuck is his problem?" James agreed. He looked over to Lars who was sat next to Kirk. A little too close to just be the friends they claimed they were.
He was sat next to Jason, who looked awkward, holding a spoon and eating.. drinking..? Soup. Whatever he was consuming it, who cares about proper terminology, right?
„I- i dunno you guys...he doesn't seem that bad.."
Jason started, but trailed off like there was still more to say.
„Are you fucking kidding me? He just shoved James for no reason! An he's a massive asshole all the damn time!" Lars leaned a little closer to Jason, who leaned back nervously. Kirk had his hands around Lars as if to comfort him, it was clearly working.
„Yeh man, not that bad my ass." He shrugged and started eating his Sandwich, it was stale. The taste made him squint a little before just deciding to suck it up and eat it.
Jason opened his mouth again, then closed it, then opened it, all while looking up to the roof.
„I mean- i guess i just thought... nevermind.."
Jason sighed and went back to consuming his soup.
I mean he was a total jerk! Pushed people around the corridors, spoke to people horribly and even got suspended for a fight once.
Ontop of that he seemed to just not care, about anything! James rolled his eyes and groaned. He internally berated himself for being such a pussy in front of Dave.
„Thought what?" Lars practically demanded, and Kirk looked to the side awkwardly. Jason's face was red and he wasn't answering.
James figured the redness was probably embarrassment, so shrugged it off.
„Dave fucking sucks man." Lars huffed in slight disbelief at Jason. Dave huh? So now he know the name.
How could he think „Dave" was.. well not bad?
„You guys got plans after school?"
That was Kirk, trying to diffuse the situation, as he did to when Lars got a temper, which was often.
„There's a game after school so.."
Oh right, there was a football game today. James almost forgot. He'd have to be there,, for Jason. Yeah. Jason.
He nodded in agreement as to confirm he'd be at the game and Lars shot him a weird look that he couldn't read, he shrugged awkwardly.
„Well we'll be at mine so you guys are welcome to come after that."
Kirk smiled and shifted to press his body closer into Lars's who did the same, but still glared between James and Jason.
„Make sure to call before you get there."
The dane mentioned before turning to Kirk for a second who agreed and nodded furiously.
„We will."
Hetfield mentioned before turning to Jason who both shared the same questioning gaze.
They sat there, chatting as friends would, about random stuff. Jason didn't seem that involved, i mean, was he ever? But he seemed distant, even for him.
„Hey James.. how come you go to the sports games..?"
He suddenly spoke, Lars looked at him like he was urging him to answer, and Kirk shrugged but it was clear he was curious too.
Honestly, aside from looking out for Jason, James didn't have a real answer, so he shrugged awkwardly, while trying not to internally question the real reason.
„Good snacks i guess."
Lars glared at him like he knew it wasn't true, he was about to say something before Kirk pulled his face towards him. They didn't say anything. They looked... gay.. really really gay.
„I...okay....Well stop by the snack station then,"
Jason smiled at him, obviously he didn't believe the whole snack thing, but at least none of them questioned him. Because he wouldn't have a proper answer.
After lunch had finished James had gone to his classes as normal, nothing worth noting happened. Honestly he hadn't been paying much attention.
He kept questioning why he actually went to the games. I mean, he was looking out for Jason, and the food was good. Plus he enjoyed it, so why would he have to explain that? Did it matter?
A thought poked in his mind about Jason, why he was always adamant to claim Dave wasn't bad when he clearly was. Was there something going on between them?
As the last of his classes finished he headed out to the football field and sat at the top of the bleachers. It wasn't a massive game, but there would probably still be a lot of people.
He didn't bother to get snacks. He'd do it at half time, begrudgingly, as Jason was looking at him from across the pitch, he couldn't tell what his face said due to the distance.
Soon enough the game started and his eyes were on Dave. He was playing really well. Or at least James thought so, he didn't know much about football. But everyone cheered when he kicked the ball so it was probably good.
He looked really nice in his kit. The shorts looked good on him, and his ginger hair was partially covered by the helmet. Shame about the helmet really, would've been nice to see his face.
He ignored the thought, trying to look at the other players. Half time came, he went down to grab some snacks from Jason, it was a little awkward getting to him as he walked into an older woman and had embarrassing himself by apologising too much.
When he did make his way over Jason shot him a weird look, like he was questioning something. But shrugged it off after James asked for some korn.
„So how come you didn't get snacks first,,? and how come you were.."
Jason asked as he handed over the korn. it was warm and off the cob, covered in butter an some seasoning. He took a deep breath, taking in the scent of it. Delicious. Had to be one of the best smells ever. Ever.
„I wasn't hungry." James mumbled, ignoring what the other question could have been. He wasn't particularly in a talking mood.
The other shrugged, but looked skeptic. James walked off after that, not wanting to hold up the small line that had formed.
As he made his way back to his seat, he caught a glimpse of some long ginger curls. His pupils dilated some unconsciously and he made a move to flick off the blond curls that had fallen onto his face so he could get a better look.
The ginger swerved and he was suddenly face to have with James, though from a distance they were locking eyes with each other.
Dave was no longer wearing a helmet, his hair was a little messy, it looked tangled. His face was slightly flushed and a little sweaty, he was tall and pretty muscular which was accentuated in his football kit.
Dave sneered. He sneered. Before turning away and walking off to do god knows what.
His face flushed and he looked down to hide his face, quickly ripping the grin off his face that he didn't even realise was there.
He made his way back to his seat, a little more embarrassed than he should be. When he finally sat down another emotion made him clench his fists.
Feeling his body go tense and feeling his veins throbbing in his hands, and forehead. He glared at the pitch.
How could he do that?! Why the fuck would he even- Why was he such an asshole? James didn't even do anything the ginger was so.. unkind towards him.
He felt himself shake a little, and some pain when he finally tried to relax his body. He lifted his hands to his head, pale knuckles white. And massaged his temples.
And tried to focus on the game which was about to start again.
At first he tried not to glare at Dave the whole time, but he couldn't help it. At first he did a good job at not staring at him, but he was mostly the one holding the ball which was what he was focusing on.
As he zoned out, a sneer plastered on his face the whole time, his eyes tracked The mound of ginger hair under the scuffed white helmet unconsciously.
Just glaring at the man who didn't seem to notice, being occupied by the obvious sport he was playing.
They game ended, Daves teamed won, like most times.
If he was totally honest, he felt a little..disappointed that Dave didn't lose.
He walked back to the Korn station begrudgingly, to meet Jason, who was packing up his stand. They would probably be heading to Kirk and Lars' soon.
Jason looked at him and gave him a friendly smile, his teeth were a little fucked up, visible from the smile. James smiled back, his own teeth were disproportionate.
„Hey man, enjoy the game?" The brunette was holding a box, filled with various seasonings.
„Fine. Kind if wished Dave lost though." *James smirked and gave a small bitter chuckle, eyes fixed and narrowed on the ground.
The other boy froze and tapped his finger on a box, like he was trying not to say something.
„I- well maybe that's wrong to say... i mean he worked pretty damn hard to be that good.. so.."
James shot Jason a glare, and Jason had his eyes on the floor an was biting his lip, still tapping.
Maybe Jason was right, well he was. Dave had clearly worked hard to get where he was. But that didn't make him any less of an asshole.
„Still a dickhead. We're heading to the guys?"
It was a clear attempt at dropping the subject and changing it to something less awkward.
„Yeah sure! I jus gotta.. finish a few things and then i'll meet you.. By my car maybe?"
James nodded, the conversation followed the string of James asking what area his car was parked in and Jason telling him.
He walked towards the area Jason's car was. Still angry but it had fizzled out. He had to remember to call Kirk and Lars on the way, as Lars said, otherwise he might.. walk in on something he definitely didn't want to see.