Those Ocean Eyes and That Charming Smile

038

"What?"

That was the most I could speak when my mind was racing with different questions and overthinking with the endless wondering where the Hell Bucky got that idea from since we were alright about an hour ago. I almost want to laugh and wave it off as I tell him that was a stupid question and a sick joke but his neutral expression and his intense blue eyes that are staring right through my soul are telling me this is not a fucking joke.

"Are you cheating on me?" Bucky repeats knowing damn well I heard him the first time

"Bucky." I close the bathroom door and stay in between the end of the bed and door. "What the Hell are you talking about?" I ask in full confusion when it drags out my words a little

"I don't know, Y/n." He subtly shakes his head sarcastically. "Why don't you tell me what the Hell I am talking about?" His voice is calm but anger hangs below it, threatening to surface at any moment

The only expression detectable on his face is the small crease in between in eyebrows and his nose slightly scrunched up with a clenched jaw that no one else would be able to see but after spending every moment and minute I have with him, it's easy to see the changes in his expressions. He sits in my chair with his arms resting on the sides looking calm and collected but his emotions are flying through the roof and his thoughts are almost ringing in my ears and his mind with how fast they are passing by.

"James." I use his real name to let him know that I am serious and not in the mood for playing a sick game right now. "I have no idea what you are talking about, that's why I am asking you."

"I think you're lying." He speaks right after me and almost cuts me off

Those four words just hit me like a moon was thrown at me and my mouth hangs open in shock as a weight comes crashing down on top of me, pushing me to the core of the Earth with how heavy it is. I breathe out a surprised breath through my parted lips and swallow the thick lump in my throat that starts to form. His face never changes as he just sits, looking at me with a serious expression and I realize this is not a game and he most definitely thinks I cheated on him.

"Like you said, Buck." I speak a little softer. "We spend all of our time together." I whisper

"Women like you find ways." He presses his lips in a line, nodding his head to the side in a shrug

"No." I shake my head with my nose scrunching in my own anger at the accusation. "Women like me do not open up to you, pouring every ounce of trust into you just to throw it away." I state sternly and his expression never falters or softens but his emotions contradict themselves like he wants to believe me but his other thoughts win and stomp out his feelings

"I gave you everything." He motions to his heartbroken chest with a jab of his finger. "I was so open and honest to you and you repay me with this?" His voice raises slightly

"James, I have no idea where this thought manifested, but I did not cheat on you." My voice cracks at the fact that I have explain myself 

"Then why are there messages on your phone?" He asks and holds up my phone in his left hand

"You went through my phone?" I ask in disbelief

"No." He shakes his head with a scoff. "I had no reason to because I trusted you." He says sourly and my mouth falls open slightly as my eyebrows seem like they are permanently smashed together while tears gather in my lower lash line, threatening to fall from my eyes and onto my flushed face and shallow moving chest

Oh, past tense, what a bitch you are.

And oh how quick emotions can change.

"Trusted." I whisper the word and look down at my feet where a single tear falls from my unblinking eye, landing on the top of my bare foot engulfed in the expensive soft carpet