Time After Time

4. It's All Wrong

"The person we have all been waiting for Mr. All American." Rolling my eyes at the announcement I didn't like the first time around I still don't like it now. "Our star quarterback number fourteen, Jace Andrews!"  Rushing onto the field has always got the adrenaline pumping through my veins no matter how many times I have done this.

I love the sport, but I hate pressure that comes from it. The crowd is insanely loud as they chant for us. Smiling I make it over to my team. I have to put my all into this like I have always done before I lost Sienna. No time for those thoughts because she is here now, and I got to make sure it stays that way. I just need to make it through this game.

Our Opponents the Buccaneers are good, but we are better. For a high school team, we have been undefeated but right now they show they are just as good as we have been tied for the whole damn game. "Alright it's now or never." Looking at my teammates as we huddled up. "It's the ending of the fourth. If we do not do this then we are in overtime."

"Then we will do that." Mike speaks up but none of that cocky attitude showing right now. "There is no way we will get a touch down unless we do..."

"Hail Mary." I finish his sentence. It's risky but it could be worth it. It will be worth it, plus the sooner this game is over the sooner I can check on my girl. "This is what we will do." We break the moment the ball is snapped I fake that I am going to throw it to Greg when I see Mike way down field and throw long. As the ball flies through the air, I think it might not work as the opposing team scrambles to reach him. Mike catches it but almost loses it before running to the end zone for the touchdown. 

Shit, it actually worked! I haven't played like this in years but then again, I'm in my prime right now and not my normal twenty-three-year-old self. Now just to make sure the rest of the night is just as great as this moment.

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"Jace." Crap! what the hell happened last night? "Jace." Groggily opening my eyes afraid to know what I did wrong this time.

"Sie?" Blinking I see her but an older version of her. What the hell? He never mentioned this would happen.

"Who else would it be?" Her eyes question me, and I dart my eyes around the room to see my apartment I have had for so long.

"No one." Before she can retort I slam my lips to hers. Whatever happened after the game I am happy that she is here in my arms. Her moans have always drove me wild.

"We shouldn't." Yet her mouth is back on mine and our clothes get discarded. "This shouldn't..." Her back arches as I push my length inside her and her cries of ecstasy fill my ears. I have missed this so much, and her beyond everything else in this world. "More." Flipping me over as she rides my cock. This isn't like it ever was before it's raw, animalistic as her nails rake over my skin. A slap to my face jolts me back to reality. "I should hate you." What the hell is she talking about?

I go to say something, but she rides me rougher, slamming her body down on my dick every single time. "Fuck!" It's never been like this, but I can't ponder on her words as she rocks my fucking world.

"Jace!" He mouth is back on mine as I roll us over and thrust into her harder and faster. Whatever the hell has gotten into her I'm riding the wave with her.

"Marry me." I spill my seed into her as she climaxes. I would not have asked her like that but I'm not sure if she will be here when I wake up next time.

"Get of me!" She pushes at my chest and once I move, she shoots out of bed fast quicker than lightning. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Everything, and nothing all at once.

"I didn't mean to ask you like that. I love you Sie." She laughs and it's not the one I am used to. 

"That's rich coming from you." What the hell is going on? "I turned you down the first time you asked." What?! Why? "You don't remember, go figures." Putting her clothes on I pull up my sweats.

"Sie."

Reaching out to grab hold of her. This is not how it is supposed to be. "After the Superbowl incident I don't know why I stick around. I told you I wasn't ready and what do you do." I have no fucking clue! "You fuck some groupie." No! Tears stream down her face and I hate that I have done this to her again. This is the second time I don't remember shit!

"I love you, Sienna. I have done everything to get you back." Like selling my soul to the devil known as Morgan Freeman.

"I thought I could do this, but I can't trust you anymore." This is not fucking happening! "I need to work on myself right now anyways with the treatments. Mom is taking me, and I will be gone for the next week."

"Treatments?"

"The Leukemia is back." Back, when the fuck did you ever have leukemia. I don't like this at all as I feel the tears swell in my eyes. "This is what I am talking about Jace. How can you forget everything I say?" Because I didn't know! "I love you, God only knows why I still do, but I hate you at the same time." The tears fall but I still kiss her and thankfully she kisses me back.

"I'm sorry." Repeating those same words between kisses until she pulls back.

"So am I. I got to go. Maybe things will change Jace, but right now I still need time. I just came here to pick up the last of my stuff." Putting the key to my apartment in my hand she makes her way out of my bedroom.

This cannot happen. I am not going through this nightmare to not have her.

"Sie." Rushing to the door before she can leave, cupping her face with my hands. "I love you." I kiss her, reluctantly she kisses me back. "I want you, only you." I kiss her again leaving us both breathless. Resting my forehead against hers. "However long it takes, I will wait."

"Don't." My heart breaks as she sucks in a breath. "Because I won't. Sometimes love is just not enough. Until I can completely trust you again, I cannot be with you." 

"Please tell me when you make it there with your mom." Nodding her head she slips out of my hold and out the door.

Slumping to the floor my head bangs against the door. This is not how I pictured this if I was able to save her from her fate all those years ago. Grabbing my phone, I make a call, I need to make this right.

"I need your help."