Oops, I did it again

Chapter Two: When the Crush Turns to Mush

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Jamie could barely focus for the rest of the morning. Her brain kept circling back to the same strange, impossible thought: I just rewound time. And it worked.

But now what? She couldn't exactly go around telling people she had some kind of time-twisting superpower. Riley would think she'd finally lost it, and honestly, maybe she had. Jamie decided to test things out again, just to make sure she wasn't hallucinating. This strange ability had only appeared about a week ago, during gym class, when she'd made a complete fool of herself in front of everyone. She remembered standing there, face flaming with embarrassment, wishing desperately to take it all back. She'd squeezed her eyes shut, clenching her fists—and then, in a blink, she'd been standing back at the start of the gym period, like the whole disaster had rewound itself.

At first, Jamie thought she'd imagined it, but when she tried it again, the moment reset, just like before. Since then, she'd learned that by focusing intently and closing her eyes, she could rewind time by a few minutes. It only seemed to work when she was desperate to fix a mess she'd made, but she couldn't deny it was real. Still, Jamie kept the discovery to herself, both terrified and fascinated by its potential.

When lunch finally rolled around, she grabbed her tray and headed into the cafeteria, scanning the crowd. Riley was waving from their usual table, but Jamie had a different goal in mind today. Across the room, at a table near the window, sat Alex Martin. Alone for once, scrolling through his phone.

This is it, Jamie thought, heart pounding. I have a rewind power, so if I mess up... I can just fix it, right?

With a deep breath, Jamie approached Alex's table, mentally rehearsing her lines. Hey, Alex, I've wanted to tell you something for a while... No, too forward. So, hypothetically, if someone liked someone else... Too indirect.

"Jamie? Are you okay?" Alex's voice snapped Jamie out of her thoughts.

"Oh! Uh, hi!" Jamie stammered, face flushing. "I was just... uh... wondering how your day was going?"

Alex smiled politely, though he looked a little confused. "Pretty good. How about you?"

Jamie panicked. Words were slipping away faster than she could grab them, so she blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "Do you ever think about... the nature of reality?"

Alex blinked, caught off guard. "Uh... sometimes?"

Jamie felt the cringe spiral tightening. Rewind! She closed her eyes, willing the world to reset. A moment later, she found herself at the cafeteria entrance, tray in hand, back at square one.

Okay, no random philosophy. Got it. Jamie steadied herself, took a deep breath, and walked back to Alex's table.

This time, she managed a smooth "Hey, Alex!" and sat down without tripping or spilling anything. Progress.

"So, uh... nice weather today, right?" Jamie said, gesturing vaguely to the sky.

"Yeah, it's pretty nice," Alex replied, smiling. "Do you come out here often?"

"Oh, yeah! Definitely," Jamie lied, though she usually ate indoors with Riley.

As they chatted, Jamie relaxed. Alex seemed genuinely interested, even laughing at her dumb joke about their math teacher's questionable choice in sweaters. Maybe I don't need the rewind, Jamie thought, feeling a swell of confidence.

But then, just as Jamie was about to ask if Alex wanted to hang out sometime, her brain short-circuited. Out of nowhere, she blurted, "So, have you ever... considered going to, like, the, uh... dance?"

Alex tilted his head, clearly trying to process Jamie's sudden awkwardness. "Oh, uh... maybe? I hadn't thought about it much."

Jamie's heart sank. "Right! Yeah, me neither! Totally not a big deal!" She could feel the moment slipping away.

Rewind, Jamie thought desperately, closing her eyes and clenching her fists.

And, once again, she found herself standing by the cafeteria entrance, tray in hand. This was starting to feel less like a superpower and more like a recurring nightmare. How many times had she tried this now? Three? Four? Five?

By the fifth or sixth attempt, Jamie felt like she was slowly losing her grip on reality. She was replaying the same conversation over and over, each time ending in a different flavor of awkwardness.

At some point, Jamie had to admit defeat.

On the final attempt, she simply sat down, gave Alex a tired smile, and said, "Hey, Alex. How's your day going?"

"Good," Alex replied, looking at Jamie with a mix of amusement and sympathy. "You seem... kind of out of it. Everything okay?"

Jamie let out a weary laugh. "Yeah, just... long day, I guess."

Alex chuckled. "Tell me about it."

And they just... talked. Jamie didn't try anything fancy or clever, didn't try to steer the conversation. For once, she just let the moment unfold. And to her surprise, it was one of the most relaxed, natural conversations she'd had with Alex yet.

When she returned to Riley's table, Jamie slumped into the seat, feeling drained but oddly satisfied.

"Well?" Riley asked, nudging Jamie's shoulder. "Did you finally tell him?"

Jamie shook her head, managing a small smile. "Nope. But... I think I'll get there. Someday."

Riley raised an eyebrow, clearly suspicious, but let it slide. "Just remember, when you do finally confess, don't make it weird."

Jamie snorted. "Yeah, yeah. I'll do my best."

As they sat there, munching on fries and chatting with Riley, Jamie couldn't help but feel a little more at peace. The rewind button was tempting, but maybe there was something to be said for letting things happen naturally—even if it meant embracing the occasional cringe.