Mister Hockey

Chapter 2

"Wake up sleepy head!" Steve hollered as he flipped the lights on in Bucky's room.

A low groan rumbled out of Bucky's chest as he buried his face in his pillow. A sheet was tangled around his legs and covered the edge of his waist, leaving his bare back exposed. He flexed his arms, pulling his pillow as close as possible.

"Come on, Buck. You're gonna be late for class if you don't get up now." Steve lectured, crossing his arms like an annoyed parent.

"Jessica's gone I'm assuming." Bucky's muffled voice drifted across the room.

"Yeah." Steve answered looking around Bucky's messy room. "Don't worry, I gave her an energy bar and a bottle of water before I kicked her out."

Bucky nodded and slowly pushed himself up, a pounding headache making itself known. He winced as he opened his eyes, the light making his headache worse. Rubbing his eyes sleepily, he squinted at Steve.

"Shut off the light, will ya? My head feels like it's been smashed with a sledgehammer."

Flicking the light off, Steve sighed. "I put some medicine and water on your nightstand. If you're not out of this room in ten minutes with some decent clothing on, I'm making you skate 5 extra drills at practice."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I'll be out soon." Bucky muttered before falling back on his bed, his forearm covering his eyes, his hair splayed against the pillow.

Steve shook his head and shut the door to Bucky's room. He laid on his bed for a little while longer before reaching to his bedside for medicine and water. After he downed the pills, he swung his legs over the side of the bed with a groan. Shuffling around the room, he found some clothes and tugged them on, his eyelids still heavy. He stumbled toward the door and ambled toward one of their kitchen stools.

Steve slid a bowl of cereal in Bucky's direction, and Bucky mumbled out a thanks before diving into the cereal. He was starting to think partying last night wasn't such a good idea. He glared at the cereal box that was still sitting on the counter as he shoveled another spoonful of cereal in his mouth.

"You look like crap." Steve said taking in the bags under Bucky's eyes and his chaotic hair.

"You always know what to say to make me feel better, pal." Bucky grumbled.

"But really, Jessica? Dude, she's my lab partner. It's kinda weird."

"Was just a one night thing, Steve. She'll forget about it soon."

"I hope so." Steve said walking toward the sink to wash his dishes. "Anyway, you should finish getting ready. Maybe get some energy into that body of yours. We have a game today."

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You entered the art room with a smile. You had gotten a few more sketches done last night, and you were quite satisfied with how they turned out. As you walked toward your usual seat, you overheard some of the other girls talking about Bucky.

"Yeah, Jessica went home with him last night. Lucky."

It would take too much work to stop your eyeroll, so you didn't stop it. Sure, Bucky was cute, hot even, but you did not want to become another thing in his gallery. You had enough self-respect to not throw yourself at every good-looking guy that crossed paths with you. He was a good hockey player though, that you couldn't deny. Which reminded you, Nat wanted you to join her at their game today. You didn't really have anything to do today anyway.