The Girl Who Plays Football { #Wattys2016 }

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Picture of Jason above or beside it. Portrayed by Chord Overstreet. Anthony Ladao, now portrays Jackson *swoon*

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"Cause I just need one more shot at forgiveness
I know you know that I made those mistakes maybe once or twice
By once or twice I mean maybe a couple a hundred times
So let me, oh let me redeem, oh redeem, oh myself tonight
Cause I just need one more shot at second chances
Yeah, is it too late now to say sorry?"
-Sorry, Justin Bieber

Bryanna Juliette Cooper

I have no idea what I was thinking.

As I drove off, I received multiple texts from the boys. I'll check on those later, unless I want to die early.

After a 15-minute drive, I arrived at the diner. It was currently 9pm, and there were about 3-6 cars parked in the parking lot, so parking wasn't really a problem. As I turned the key, the engine stopped. I sat there, my hands were starting to sweat, but I gathered up my courage to open the door, and head inside the diner.

Is he still here? It's been at least 3 hours, is he still waiting?

"Bryanna!" I heard him call, he was sitting in a booth near the right-most corner of the diner.

He waited.

I made my way to the booth, my heart racing faster than I could imagine. After months of ignoring him, and weeks of him getting beaten up, they all lead to this moment. How am I such an idiot?

"You waited," I stated the obvious, I kept my voice neutral, trying my best not to make it crack. I took a deep breath and sat opposite of him. "Why?"

He plays with his fingers, and answers, "Because, I'll always wait on you."

"What if I stood you up?"

"I believe in you so much, that I believe that you couldn't stand someone up," He continues. "I know you too well."

Sighing, I just nod.

"So, what do you want?" I ask him, the tone of my voice, quickly changing to a mean and b.itchy one. I really have got to stop doing that.

"I want a second chance."

Running my fingers through my hair, I sighed. I expected this to happen, but I still felt a weight on my chest as he said it. Breathe, Bryanna.

"Haven't I given you one before? Why should I give you another one?" He stiffens up. He was unable to answer for about 5 minutes. He just sat there, in silence.

"I- I don't know," He says sheepishly and frowns. He had his head in his hands as he looked like he was sad? Disappointed? Frustrated even? I don't know. He just looks broken.

I pressed my lips in a tight line as I thought of dad's words: give Jackson a chance.

Should I?

Sighing, my heart thumps in my chest. "Fine. One last chance. Don't mess it up," I got to say sternly. His face lights up and a huge grin was plastered on his face, like a kid on Christmas day.

Seeing as though it is about 10:30, I've got to get back home before mom or Bryan murder me, or worse, take away my beloved football gear. "I've got to go," I stood up and acknowledged him with a nod. I was about to head out when he called after me.