After the school day ended, Bucky met up with Steve and Sam at his car, smoking a cigarette. He leaned against his car, a smirk on his lips, as he watched you, Wanda and Natasha walk down the stairs in front of the school. His eyes wandered your body up and down. Despite the fact that the cheerleaders and especially you regularly went on his nerves, those short skirts of the uniform definitely had its perks.

“I really hope you’re not staring at Bucky.” Wanda’s words snapped you back to reality. She had caught you, you had been staring at Bucky. But only because he was staring as well. He always did. While you tried to think of a way to get that stupid smirk off of his lips. “I’m not.” You said with a scoff, turning away from him again. “You sure? Because it looks like he’s approaching you.” Natasha said, nodding towards Bucky’s direction. “Let us know when you need help!” Wanda said, before walking off with Natasha, leaving you alone with Bucky. They didn’t like him. And you didn’t like him, too. You were a cheerleader and he was the school bad boy. Not really fitting for your image as perfect prom queen.

“Princess.” Bucky said as he stopped in front of you, a cigarette hanging in the corner of his mouth. You rolled your eyes, you always hated this nickname. “Yes, James?” You asked in an annoyed tone. His smirk only grew. No one called him James, no one dared to. But when you did it, he kinda liked it. “Heard your dumbass boyfriend left for an exchange year. If you ever need a strong shoulder to cry on, I have two.” He said with a cheeky wink.