[I have a fic based off this on ao3 @neptoonz! The Bucky version "High For This" is on tumblr @n3ptoonz! <3]

"The fuck are you doing?"

You jumped, startled as you looked over to see Hope, your best friend for far too long, standing there in her oversized gymnast jacket, hair in a perfect golden ponytail and a cup of that below average concoction she had you drinking downstairs.

"Fuck, Hope, you have to stop doing that!" you huffed and put a hand over your quickened heartbeat. She snickered and stood next to you on the wall.

"Fuck no." she says, looking at the drink in your hand. "Drank the punch that fast, huh?"

"No." you grumbled. "It wasn't very good."

"It's not supposed to be 'very good'. Be a bad girl for once."

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest, turning your attention back to the lively beer pong game that seemed to go on forever. When you looked over to the crowd of guys, the one who was a few feet ahead was talking to his friend and you could see his side profile clear as day. Your heart rate picked up and you looked back to Hope in slight panic. She gave you a confused look. Once she realized who it was, you facepalmed.

The three of you went to the same high school, and all three of you were on the cheerleading team. He's two years your senior and never seemed to notice you. Why would he? You weren't very out there. Well, during practice. You had all the confidence in the world when you cheered but outside of that? In his presence? Radio silence. And now you all attend the same fucking college?!

"Eat this gummy." she said, leaving no room for rejection. You sighed softly and ate the edible from her hand, the taste surprisingly more candy than marijuana. That was until the after taste hit you like a train.

"Yeah, this shit can get pretty strong." she added and patted you on the butt for support. "And stop making that face, will ya?"

"I can't help it!"

"Well, you're gonna have to. Cause here he comes."

Your eyes met hers. "Wha-"

"Hey."

Your eyes snapped to the figure in front of you, looking upwards into his eyes.

Lance Tucker...Shit.