Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 3 – Unexpected Encounter
Abby

“I know there’s a lot to choose from,” Leah says innocently. “So, just pick the ones you want to sleep

with the most.”

I give her a look, but she just plasters on that innocent smile and waits for me to look at my phone.

Beside me, Chloe leans in slightly, trying to get a look at the screen.

“Fine, this guy,” I say, showing them the one I picked. “There, I have a date,”

“Why not meet someone else too, while you’re at it?” Leah says. “Just to save time.”

I’m a bit resistant to the idea, but I eventually give in to Leah’s pestering. I message another guy to

meet me later in the evening.

“You guys need to help me find something to wear,” I say when everything’s been planned.

They both agree, and we pay our bill. We walk around the shops until we find one that might have the

kind of thing I’m looking for. Chloe and Leah help me pick out a few dresses, and I go in the back to try

them on.

I decide on a form-fitting black dress. It hugs my curves and cuts down in the front to show a bit of

cleavage. It’s flattering on my fuller figure, and I can’t help but admire myself a bit in the mirror. It’s the

kind of dress Karl never would have wanted me to wear.

Leah grins when I walk out to show them. I do a little twirl, and Chloe claps. “Now that’s a dress!” she

exclaims.

“You look like a goddess,” Leah adds.

I can feel my face warm. “Come on, stop,” I say with a laugh.

“Very se xy,” Chloe continues, making me blush even harder. I wave them off and go into the back to

my regular clothes. I buy the dress and a pair of strappy

I’ll fill them in the

hours later. It’s already crowded when I arrive, and it

bar. He’s handsome.

with are total duds, but

he says, leaning down

“You look pretty

crowd, and he leans in to talk

all the while glancing not

but feel a little bored. I always had so much fun when I went out with Karl. He

dance floor and was constantly making jokes.

was always exciting.

with recently–more interested in

have to cut him off. “Excuse me,”

he drones on about his recent account at

I have to resist the urge to cringe as I cross the

the bathroom mirror, then slip into

my stall. He slips his hand around me and

back, grabbing my butt.

down with a groan. Too bad for him, the only class

like that,

on his face.

in the

to get into

not to, I always find myself comparing them

the bar. For a moment, I have

sight of him retreating out

at the crowd again. No one stands out to me. Not anyone I can

point, anyway.

he walks over with a

and gritty in a way that makes me

forget the presence

more my type. He has curly brown

still a few inches taller than me. I wait while he buys us both

in

he asks, inching closer. I can feel the heavy

but I don’t

don’t laugh,” I say, “but it’s actually cooking.” I wait for his