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.

crack open my eyes, the red digits of the bedside

at me: 7:15 a.m.

groan, rubbing my eyes and yawning.

wolf grumbles inside of me, equally as perturbed by my

and then a week from

never hurt anybody.’”

running a hand through my

it’s like drinking a sleeping pill or something. I can

yet I also feel like I didn’t

“Maybe so, but you should get up.

on Abby

mention of her name

come flooding back in. She

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

sunset in the light

so badly, but I couldn’t bring myself to do

not when she has this competition

about today.

although hesitantly. “But I don’t think it’s a

the studio,

the competition. I’ll see her later while I’m

competition from the audience.”

give Abby a little surprise,

I bought tickets for everybody. I figure