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The game was at its last few seconds, the team of hockey players were 5 points from losing everything in this home game. James and number 26 were facing off, James was so close to the goal that the boy in front of him didn’t matter. James then got the puck out of the other players “grasp” and headed for the goal inches away from him, James looked up and it was like the moment was in slow motion as he met a person's dark moss green eyes on the stands. James slipped, falling head first into the cold ice.
“Mate! Are you okay?!” Sirius asked worriedly, skating over to his best friend. Sirius looks over to see his boyfriend Moony and his other best friend rushing off the stands and towards them. “Holy shit, call an ambulance!” Coach says with worry and urgency in his tone. Padfoot picked his best friend up and James was out cold, and his eye was bleeding. Remus then took his helmet off so they could get a better look at the damages. Peter pulled out his emergency kit and started to look at his injuries, “He’s fine, no need for any emergency services.” Peter yelled to the coach. The group of boys picked up James and took him to the stands and woke him up with the alcohol being put on his open scar, located next to his eye.
“Ow! Dude c’mon man!” James yelled in pain. “It’ll be over in a minute, be quiet and quit being a drama queen!” Wormtail says with annoyance to his friend, “There, now let me patch you up idiot.” James sat there pouting as Peter helped him, Sirius went back into the skating rink, going to win for his best friend. Remus cheered for him as he had an arm around Jamie. “I’m fine, it was just a scratch man.” James says trying to get away from the trio so he can find those eyes again. “Dude, that was a hard ass fall I don’t think you're ‘just fine’ man.” The group looked over to see a tall and muscular guy with bleached tips with fine dark skin. Peter couldn't get his eyes off this man that stood in front of him. “Oh! I’m Evan, I’m new to this University.” Evan said, with a smile. Then looking over and seeing Peter, “Well hello there.” the boy says to the plus sized, beautiful, blond messy haired boy in front of him.
“Oh, hi, uhm I’m Peter!” he says with a goofy smile, putting out his hand for a hand shake. Evan takes that hand shake, “Evan, dude! The band is waiting for you!” Someone says behind the boy. Evan looks at the person and back at Peter and kisses the boy's hand, “See you around beautiful.” Evan says running off to his apparent band mate. Peter just stood there. “Wow, that was crazy.” James said, shrugging. “Did he just kiss your hand Pete!?” Remus said in shock of what he just saw, “I’m going back to the dorm. See you guys later.” Peter said fast walking away from the 2 boys sitting. Everyone then started clapping around them, the 3 looked over to the rink and saw that James’ team had won. The team of skaters then all skated fast out of the rink and picked up James, they then started celebrating.
Hours later, after celebrating the golden boy went to his new dorm around 7 pm
James walked through the halls trying to find his number on a door, 17. He found it and since he knew he’d be having a roommate or two, he knocked. James waited for a couple of seconds for the door to open, then it did. There stood a tall, skinny, and well built man. James looked up into the 2 inch taller man. The moss green eyes that almost lost James his reputation, James stood there in shock to see them again. “Oh, you're the guy that fell head first into the ice.” The tall boy said with a laugh that made James feel weird. “No, sadly I’m your roommate.” James said snarky, “Wow, dude it was a joke.” The boy said, defending himself from James’ sudden rudeness.
“Sorry, I don’t know why I said it like that.” James said with a nervous tone. “Your good dude. Can’t be hating your roommate on the first day.” The guy said with that laugh again. James walked past him, putting his bags on the couch then walking to the kitchen and putting his medication into one of the empty cabinets. “What's your name number 7?” the guy asks, closing the door and walking to the living room and sitting on the couch. “You remembered my number?” James said in shock, “No, it's on your team bag.” the guy said with a smile to the boy looking at him from the kitchen counter. “James Potter, don’t call me Jamie.” James said seriously, “Okay, no calling you ‘Jamie’ how about, sweetheart?” the man said with a smile again. James could feel his heart going faster. “I have a girlfriend, now what's your name?” James asks, looking at him with a glare. “Bartemius Crouch.. Jr. Call me Barty.” Barty said, grabbing his base and starting to test its strings.
“You play the base?” James asks curiously, “Yeah I major in music and English. You?” Barty asks his new frenemy. “Sports and history, like mythical history.” James said, looking at his new enemy with a forced smile. “I see, you’ll have to tell me about it, Potter.” Barty said with a smirk and wink. James grabbed his stuff off the couch and walked into the second room, it was 30 after 8. James had practice the next day at 6 am so he needed to get to bed, “Good night Potter.” Barty yelled, hitting the wall on his way to his room. “Yeah whatever.” James whispers, laying down and falling asleep immediately.
Barty on the other side of the wall, practically wanting to die. Barty has never talked to James for a reason. The reason, you may ask? Well his best friend had a big crush on him, like every song they’d play or make would be a love song or a heart break song. Everyone knew it was about James, even Evan. Barty kinda hated that, not because it was about lover boy but because he wanted rock, not this bullshit. Evan didn’t mind, he just played the drums and made out with fangirls. Evan is a man-whore basically. They were a pack though, so that means they stick together no matter what happens.