Page 40 of Her Second Chance

She nods, even though we both know she’ll freak out anyway. Grace loves being dramatic. It’s coded into her DNA. There’s no way she’ll stay calm with news this big.

“You know the new quarterback, Brock Martin?” Of course she does. We’ve talked about him at length. Why am I being so weird?

She grins. “The Sig Chi you met at that social hour thing? The one who’s been vibing you hard? I may have heard a thing or two about him,” she teases.

“Right. Um, well, we, uh. . .” I widen my eyes, hoping she’ll get the hint without me having to spell it out.

“No way!” she squeals, falling back onto her bed, kicking her heels in the air.

“You said you wouldn’t freak.”

“That’s before I knew you were romancing our star quarterback. Please tell me what my psychic vibes are telling me is correct, and you finally lost your v-card.”

I grin.

“You whore,” she screams, giggling as she tosses her pillow at me.

“It was amazing.”

“He’s hung like a horse, isn’t he? Isn’t he?” She nods her head, encouraging me to answer.

“Don’t be a freak. I’m not telling you about his business.” I bite my lip, trying to hold back the grin thinking about last night brings.

“You don’t have to tell me. That smug grin on your face tells me everything I want to know.”

My smile falls, tears stinging my eyes. “I don’t know what to do.” Probably because I’m hopelessly in love with a man destined for fame and fortune. One who will, no doubt, leave me broken hearted.

She gets serious once she sees my face. “Oh, Hannah.” She moves to sit next to me in bed, pulling me into a hug.

“I really like Brock. He’s so freaking perfect, but he’s going to be an NFL superstar one day and marry a supermodel. There’s no way he’s in love with me. I’m probably better off with Jason.” That’s a lie. I don’t believe that anymore. I’m not sure why I ever did.

Grace rolls her eyes. “Honey, nobody’s better off with Jason. That dude is an ass.”

“I don’t think I’m supposed to be with Brock.” Something is keeping me from him. I don’t know what, but it’s the reason I know my time here is ending soon.

“Is this about your whole ‘time travel, fix the past’ thing?”

“I know you don’t believe me, but—”

She takes both my hands in hers. “I believe you, Hannah. I’ll always believe you. That’s what best friends do. I may not understand, but that doesn’t mean what you’re saying isn’t true. What I don’t believe is that you were ever with Jason in any timeline. He doesn’t fit. It’s time you stop trying to do what you think you should and follow your heart.”

“What if I mess up my life again?”

She thinks for a minute. “Can I ask you something?”

I nod.

“Did you know Brock the first time around? Like when you were in college before.”

I shake my head no. “We never met.”

“So, he was the first guy you met when you came back here?”

“No. I met Jason at the coffee shop first.”

“But didn’t you kinda orchestrate that?”

I frown. “What are you saying?”

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