Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Abby

It’s a short walk to Chloe’s apartment, but it seems to drag on forever as my mind whirls with possibilities.

What will I say to Chloe? Will she even want to speak to me? What if this truly is the end of our friendship?

When I finally reach her door, my hand hesitates in the air, hovering over the doorbell. This needs to be

done, I remind myself, and I press the button.

The door swings open, and I’m met with Chloe’s look of surprise. There’s a glass of wine in her slightly

shaking hand, and her eyes are wide.

“Abby? What are you doing here?” she asks, her voice as cold as ice.

“I know it’s late, but I needed to talk to you,” I respond. “Please. Are you busy?”

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eyes flicker. There’s a flash of hesitation there. “I’m not

important,” I insist. “It’s about the restaurant, the cook-off, everything. I

maybe to say something, maybe to invite me

still talking to Karl?”

“Yes, Karl’s been helping

conversation is

to close, but I wedge my foot

just hear

foot, then back up at me.

My voice shakes, but I lock eyes with her. “I won’t go. Not until we’ve talked this

each other that

for a moment, I think she’s going to slam the door on

back, and pulls the door

step inside, the smell of Chloe’s apartment envelops me—vanilla-scented candles and

comforting, and

hand on her hip