Never got over you (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Part 2

High school.

(Y/n) looked over at Bucky, the super suave hunk, a small smile growing on her lips. She was pretty sure he was the sexiest man alive, despite only being seventeen.

Her crush on him had begun in sophomore year, when she saw him walking down the hall with his friend, Steve, who she knew from a few of her classes and book club.

She knew that she didn't have a chance, though; he was not only out of her league, but so far out of her league that she would have to have taken two different lines of the subway just to get to a connecting line to the league that he was in.

Pudgy, nerdy, unattractive tomboys like her were not on his radar, and it didn't help that just because she didn't wear dresses and makeup, everyone was spreading rumours that she was a lesbian. But at least she could look.

He was amazing. He fueled her midnight fantasies, and his was the name she desperately wanted to spill across her lips as she was brought to ecstasy.

(Y/n) had known Steve for almost all of high school, and had spent time with him in clubs, but it was only recently that they had started hanging out outside of school, hiking and exploring all around the surrounding areas that didn't have buildings growing out of them already.

As her eyes glanced back up to take another look at Bucky, she saw that he and Steve were headed toward her.

(Y/n) felt her heart leap in her throat, pounding as she tried to calm it, assuring herself that there was no way they were headed to sit with her, they must be going behind her; someone like Bucky Barnes would never sit by her in public.

Except they did.

"Hey, (Y/n)," Bucky greeted with a smile that felt like it was just for her, and her heart skipped a beat. Then another as she realized; had Bucky Barnes just said her name? He knew her name?!

"Hi," she answered softly.

"So, Bucky wanted to come with us up to the creek this weekend," Steve told her.

"Oh," she managed to say.

"It sounded really fun when Steve was talking about the last time you guys went. Would it be ok, (Y/n)?"

Oh dear god, he said her name again. "Y-yeah," she nodded.

... ... ...

That weekend was fun, but nerve wracking. (Y/n) enjoyed the humor that flowed easily between the two boys, and seeing them enjoying themselves, involving her as much as she would allow, as she was a little nervous to embarrass herself in front of the man she had a crush on.

And when they got to the creek, her heart nearly stopped when he pulled his shirt off and ran into the water with Steve, splashing and playing around.

He went with the two the next weekend as well, exploring the area just outside of town.

(Y/n) was actually able to manage a few sentences by the next time she saw him in the lunchroom. He was alone, not with Steve, and strutted over to the table she was sitting at with a book.

(Y/n) looked up at him, her fork halfway to her mouth, surprised to see him there.

"Hey, (Y/n)," he greeted with a smile, making her heart simultaneously melt and flutter.

"Hi, Bucky," she greeted back with a blush.

"So, (Y/n), what are you doing this weekend?"

Her eyes widened as she looked at him in surprise. Why would he be asking that? She didn't think that he seemed rude enough to be asking her that just to shove it in her face that she was a loser with no friends, but she had heard many of the popular kids do that, and he was definitely popular. "Why?" She asked nervously.