Page 44 of Her Second Chance

Jason waits outside my dorm when it’s time for the football game, so I reluctantly invite him to join us. We walk over to the football game with Grace and her boyfriend Cory. They bicker the entire way. I can tell Jason is not enjoying himself, but at least he doesn't say anything about their fighting. There’s safety in numbers, so there’s no way I’m going off alone with him. I don’t want to give him the wrong idea. The romance ship has sailed. Hell, it’s hit an iceberg and is at the bottom of the ocean at this point.

"I'm sorry they're fighting so much."

Jason shrugs. "It's fine. As long as I'm with you, I don't care who we are with."

I give him a tight smile that I hope is convincing. "Smooth," I tease, trying to lighten the mood. His sudden, extreme interest in me is stifling. How did I ever think this was what I wanted?

He chuckles. "I hope this smoothness works for me after the game." He wiggles his eyebrows, letting me know he expects more than just kissing tonight.

Not happening.

He’s not even getting a kiss. I pretend to spot someone I know and wave so I don't have to respond.

Once we’re in our seats, I feel my muscles unwind. Watching Brock is my favorite thing. Even the fear of the future can’t rob me of this pleasure.

From the moment we kick off the ball, the stadium is an explosion of cheering and yelling, allowing me a break from having to talk to Jason. I focus on Brock when he's on the field and scour the benches for him when the defense comes out. This game is important, and he’s playing better than I've ever seen him play before. That's one of the reasons he was drafted in the first round. Brock Martin plays at a level that no other college or even professional quarterback can match. It's why he's still one of the leading quarterbacks in the NFL despite being in his 30s.

When he scores the winning touchdown, I turn to Jason and jump into his arms, hugging him and sharing the excitement. Not realizing my elation is for Brock and not just our team’s victory, Jason cups my ass and pulls me against his growing cock, smiling down at me. I feel my cheeks heat as I step back.

Grace turns to me and screams, "Your boy is amazing! Did you see that freaking run?"

I glance at Jason to see if he heard her, but I can tell he didn't. I lean close to Grace. "Don't call him that in front of Jason. Something’s not right with him, and I don’t want to start a fight."

"You know you should kick that loser to the curb. He’s not the key to anything but your unhappiness."

“I have,” I insist.

“Then why is he here?” Her voice is flat, telling me she doesn’t approve of me even entertaining a friendship with Jason.

"Just drop it."

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After the game, we walk to a party at one of the defensive lineman's houses. I know it's stupid to bring Jason to a football party, but Brock rarely parties after games. He usually goes home to unwind.

My hopes of not running into Brock are dashed the moment we walk through the door. He stands, holding a beer, talking to Zeke. As if sensing my arrival, he looks up at me and frowns.

I turned to Jason. "Will you excuse me for a second? I want to compliment Brock on his game."

Jason frowns. "Are you fucking around with us both?"

I cringe. "Don't be crude. I’m not fucking around with either of you. Brock is my friend, the same as you." I step away from Jason before I say something that will ruin my chance at getting back home. If he brought me here, he must be the key to leaving. I have to play this right.

"Hannah!" Zeke pulls me into a big hug. "Did you see how our boy kicked ass today?"

I grin and nod at Zeke before turning to Brock. “You were amazing out there.”

"What are you doing here? And with him?" Brock's voice is hard, and it feels like a punch to the gut.

Zeke's smile falters. "I'm gonna go get another beer." He excuses himself, leaving us to talk privately.

"He’s my friend.” Lie. He’s the means to an end, but if I say that, Brock will try to protect me, and he can’t. Not here.

“Does he know that?”

I sigh, not wanting to argue. Brock should be celebrating, not scowling. “You know that we don't have a future. I'm not what you want. I’m trying to make everyone happy."

"That's where you're wrong, doll. You're the only person I want in my future."

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