Another Cliché Love Story // S. Rogers & B. Barnes

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Bucky 

He's so hot.

Bucky blinked, and his hand quickly shot out to wipe his chin of any drool. He diverted his eyes from Steve's back and tried to focus on finding his locker.

That focus didn't last long–his gaze was drawn back to the strong boy easily. Now that he had fully accepted his apparent undying crush for a certain Steven Grant Rogers, the poor boy was so distracted by him that he had gotten yelled at by all three of his morning class teachers.

Bucky was currently daydreaming about Steve's eyes, and how he could get lost in those tiny seas forever. (Last period it was his hair, and how it looked like golden waves of sunshine).

During first period (with Steve himself), Bucky was fidgeting and cursing himself for thinking Steve was his 'home' four hours before. But now, at the end of third, Bucky had never been sure of anything as much as he was sure of that.

He sighed when the warning bell rang, as he still hadn't reached his locker. At this rate, he was going to be late to class, and on the third day of school, too.

Granted, he wasn't at school the day before because he was recovering, but still, it's embarrassing.

Another sigh left his lips–this one of relief–when he found his locker, though his shoulders deflated when he saw two people making out directly in front of it.

His eyebrows furrowed as he saw a head of blonde hair pushing up against –

Someone who isn't Steve?!

Bucky shook his head, telling himself he was just imagining it. He closed his eyes, thinking it was just an illusion. But when he opened them...there she was.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

And they're right in front of my locker. Goddammit.

The girl pushed up against the boy even further, making Bucky's locker inaccessible. His face dropped.

Great, now I have to talk to them. Fuck.

He cleared his throat, ran a shaky hand through his hair, and took an uncertain step forward. A glance down at his watch told him he only had a couple minutes to get his stuff and get to class, so it was now or never.

I can do this. I tell people off all the time. I'm not that same little nerd I was last year. I'm a badass.

Bucky glanced again at the blonde girl, squinting his eyes.

It's probably not even her. She wouldn't do something like this, right?

Bucky sucked in a breath and stepped closer to them, his back straight and his shoulders set. He finally reached his locker, relaxing in relief as he realized the boy's arm was not in front of his lock, so he could reach it. He quickly did his combination and wrenched open his locker, accidentally knocking the guy to the floor.

Bucky's eyes widened and he opened his mouth to apologize, stepping around his now open locker to offer his assistance.

He was unable to help, however, when he was suddenly shoved back, harshly. He was surprised to find the blonde's strength enough to push him back. Then again, she always was capable of things that he wasn't–like having Steve.

"I'm sorry, were we in your way?" Her icy eyes were narrowed as she looked up at Bucky, and even though she was much shorter, he could still feel the intimidation that rolled off of her in waves. She didn't allow him to answer before she continued. "Well, maybe next time, if you simply asked my boyfriend and I to move instead of violently shoving him to the ground like the jealous fag you are, we wouldn't have any problems, now would we, gay boy?"