Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Karl

The incessant buzzing of my phone’s alarm is drowned out by the pounding

inside my head—a lingering reminder of last night’s… festivities.

Why did I think that having one more whiskey was a good idea? I was already

pretty drunk last night by the time I got home, but I couldn’t stop thinking about

Abby.

In a feeble attempt to drown those thoughts out and get some sleep, I guess I

thought one more drink was the way to go. I still remember raiding the minibar in

my apartment and pouring a rather tall glass of whiskey—no ice—which I

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proceeded to knock back while giving half of my attention to a crappy movie I

found on N*****x.

Oh, how I wish I didn’t drink that whiskey. I feel like shit, and I’m not even fully

awake yet.

finally crack open my eyes, the red digits of

at me: 7:15 a.m.

eyes

me, equally as perturbed by

week from now, you’ll be saying that a ‘little

never hurt anybody.’”

a hand through my unkempt

like drinking a sleeping

drink, and yet I

“Maybe so, but you should get up. You might want

Abby before the

the mere mention of her name sends a weird tingle down

of last night come flooding back in. She

the alley, leaning against the brick wall, her blonde hair awash

sunset in the light of

I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Not after

last time, and especially not when

about today.

don’t think it’s a good

probably already at the

competition. I’ll see her later while

competition from the audience.”

give Abby a little surprise, so I bought

Actually, I bought tickets for everybody. I figure she