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A/N: ok but college Bucky.... 🀌🏼

You sat down in the same seat you always do in the big lecture hall, a bit out of breath from the heat outside and the long walk from your dorm. You were in your art history class, you took it mainly just to get credit, but you found yourself enjoying the class. Something that made it even better was him, Bucky Barnes. You went to a big college but you swore he was the prettiest boy there.

The only problem? He never acknowledged you, well unless he needed something. He seemed to always forget something, a pencil, a piece of paper, or the textbook, meaning you had to share with him. It annoyed the hell out of you, but he was too damn cute to say anything about it.

Since it was so hot outside you wore a muted yellow strappy sundress, along with your white Air Force ones so you could comfortably walk to class. You pulled out your laptop, ready to start class when he came in. He shimmied past you like always and plopped right next to you, despite there being plenty of open seats. You hated that the only reason he did that was to take advantage of your generosity.

He was wearing a university t-shirt, black sport shorts, and some Adidas sneakers. You hated how good he looked in such a simple outfit, his tan skin and blue eyes complimenting him perfectly.

You were quickly deep in concentration as you watched the professor lecture in front of you, you never even noticed his eyes on. You gathered your hair together, and pulled it across the shoulder opposite him, giving him a wonderful view of your side profile. He knew if he stood up his knees would be wobbly. Truth was, Bucky thought you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen.

He was just way too shy to talk to you, so he started asking you for things, but he quickly felt that you were not interested. Nevertheless, he continued his little game, anything to even just get to look at you.

"Okay, now turn to the back of your textbook and find the chapter three questions. I want you to go through them and answer as many as you can before we go through them together." The professor shouted before walking to take a seat while the class worked. You were waiting for the all too familiar words to leave his mouth.

"Y/N, mind if I look on your textbook with you?" The toothy smile he gave you made you melt. "Sure Bucky." You gave him a small smile, as you placed your textbook in the middle of you two. You tried to focus on the work, you really did. But no matter how many times he asked for something it distracted you. You had to fight to keep your eyes on your task rather than on him.

He could smell your perfume as you leaned closer to him to share the book, lavender and vanilla, his new favorite smell. And this sundress made him realize that yellow was his new favorite color, that was until next class when he saw you wearing something else. You looked great in everything to him, even when you came to class in just leggings and a sweatshirt.

After an agonizing half hour, the teacher went over the answers and dismissed the class. You packed up your things quickly and headed out of the building. Bucky was determined to talk to you, actually get to know you, he was so tired of the short conversations. "Hey Y/N!" You heard someone behind you and you immediately knew the voice. You squeezed your eyes shut stopping in your tracks, before taking a breath and turning around.

He lightly jogged up to you stopping just a foot or two in front on you. "What's up?" You asked, holding onto your backpack straps. He reached his hand up and rubbed the back of his neck showing off his wonderful biceps, "um I was just wondering if you wanted to grab a coffee quick? You know, if you don't need to head to another class?"

To say you were shocked was an understatement, he had never talked to you about anything else besides the material of the class. "Oh, um sure." You smiled, immediately feeling butterflies in your stomach. "Great!" The two of you started walking over to the Starbucks on campus. It was quiet, an awkward quiet, you had no idea what to say.

"Do you need help with the homework or something?" You asked, suddenly doubtful he wanted to talk to you for any other reason. He quickly snapped his head to you, eyebrows furrowed. "What? No." He answered shortly.

"Oh, okay. What do you need then?" You questioned hesitantly, trying not to sound rude. He let out a gentle laugh, it was music to your ears. "Am I not allowed to talk to you?" He joked, making you laugh in return. "I mean, you just never really talk to me unless you need something..." You responded and his face instantly dropped.

He hadn't thought about that, you probably thought he was just some jerk who was never prepared. He quickly brought his hands to his face, slowing his steps. You realized and slowed down too, before standing in front of him. He dropped his hands down to his sides, "Okay look, Y/N I think you're beautiful and I've been dying to talk to you but I had no idea how."

You were biting the inside of your cheek holding back a smile as blush covered your face. "So I just started asking you for stupid stuff like a pencil even though I definitely had one in my backpack... I am now realizing you probably thought I was just talking to you for that." He laughed again and this time you laughed with him.

"Well I have to say, I'm really glad that's the reason you always ask me for stuff." You smiled and he instantly felt relieved. The two of you started walking again, the awkward tension no longer looming above you. He paid for your coffee and the two of you found a shaded spot to sit outside. "I still can't believe I thought that would get you to talk to me." He laughed.

"Yeah, I was really starting to wonder how you got into college." You joked nudging his arm. He looked up at you, short brown hair flowing with the gentle breeze. "Well, how about I take you out to dinner sometime? Finally talk to you outside of campus." You didn't hide your smile this time. "I would love that."

The two of you were about to go your separate ways before he confessed something else. "I actually might need your help with the homework... I'm seriously about to fail because you're the only thing I can pay attention to." You bit you lip as you both laughed, your cheeks blushing for probably the hundredth time.

"I'll help you Bucky, just actually bring your textbook next time yeah?"He didn't respond, he simply pulled his backpack around off of his shoulder, unzipping it to pull out the art history textbook. You gasped playfully and swatted his arm as he smirked. The two of you exchanged phone numbers before going your separate ways. Both of you turning around to smile and wave one more time.

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