The Soul Stone | j.b.b ✔

[8]

"I feel like we haven't talked much lately,"

It's been a few weeks and a lot of shit went down. First, Bucky did cut his hair and looks more dashing than ever, second, he's been talking about this dance party that's happening tomorrow.

"Yeah, I mean, you've been with Heather," I shrugged.

"Sorry about that," He looked down, "But I should tell you something..."

"What's up?" I looked into his eyes with concern.

"It's about Heather, she-"

"Hey, guys!"

Speak of the Devil, Heather appeared at our table. We were going to have lunch together to celebrate a pre-Thanksgiving, but Heather.

"Hey..." I faked a smile.

"Heather," Bucky greeted plainly.

What's going on? This seems kinda sus.

"So, taking me to that ball?" She crossed her arms.

"You know what, I'm done!" He suddenly yelled out, grabbing the attention of the other people eating lunch.

"Oh shit," I muttered.

I've never gotten to witness actual tea go down before and this will definitely make a good story.

"You can't just bribe me anymore so your ex will think you have a new boy toy," He spat, "Leave me and YN alone,"

"You knew the consequences Barnes,"

Heather suddenly grabbed my arm harshly and pulled her into the square. So this hoe wants to fight? I saw Bucky chasing after us, but this is going to be fun. I suddenly kicked her knee since she left me so open which caused her grip to loosen. A quick punch to her face and a knee to her gut had her down.

I did, in fact, gain some muscle and this was only proof of how well Bucky is as a teacher.

"You really want to try something?" I asked the blonde.

"He's handsome, I just want to hit that,"

"Oh, you're that type. If you really want someone, you go for the personality, bitch,"

Once I was sure she wasn't going to jump up and attack me I left her behind to go see Bucky.

"YN! You can't just do that," He wrapped his arms around me tightly.

"Of course I had to, I didn't learn all this for nothing, did I?"

He buried his head in my neck and I could feel his warm breath against my skin, it drove me crazy. He suddenly looked up and tightened his grip before pulling away to say something.

But it was too late, Heather had already sunk that knife into my back. The wound burned and caused me to scream out when she removed the bloody tool and made a run for it.

"Hey YN it's okay! You'll be alright," Bucky panicked and set me in his lap, running his hands through my hair just to make himself feel better.

My vision started turning black and I lost feeling in my back. I could see people surrounding us and one person seemed to have a box of some sort.

"Don't worry, I used to be a doctor! Where's her room?"

I felt the feeling of being picked up before I blacked out.

Brightness. Voices. Warmth. That's all I could sense around me. My eyes slowly opened and I discovered I was on my bed. I had my bra on with a bandage wrapped around my torso. Bucky was talking to a man who was holding a roll of gauze in his hand when they noticed I was awake.

"Thank you so much, Patrick," Bucky thanked as the man left us alone.

"Hey, doll," He smiled and grabbed my hand.

I've read enough books, sitting up is definitely not an option. I wanted to face-palm so hard, how did I get myself into such a cliche fanfiction-like situation?

"Please explain what happened," I said and ran my thumb along his hand, "I did just get stabbed by your girlfriend,"

"At first Heather was a really nice girl...Then she told me she was trying to run from her ex and needed a fake relationship and I couldn't resist helping her,"

"Oh?"

"It was fine until three weeks ago when she started getting toxic and made me cut you out of my life as much as I can,"

"I missed you so much...But why after our date did you just- Forget me?"

Bucky sighed and looked down, "I thought you wouldn't want to stick with me long term,"

"Why?"

"Eventually my friends will save us, we will return to our daily, normal lives...and I thought that if that were to happen you'd just forget about me,"

"Seriously? Bucky I'll never forget you,"

I grabbed his chin so he'd look my in the eye, "You don't know how much I tried to get over you when Heather was in the picture, but I couldn't. I'm falling for you James Buchanan Barnes and it hurts like a motherfucker,"

"That might just be your stab wound,"

"Most likely, but still. I'm with you through thick and thin Buck,"

"Till the end of the line?"

"Till the end of the line,"