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 the

at me: 7:15 a.m.

my eyes and yawning. “I’m never

inside of me, equally as perturbed by

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

never hurt anybody.’”

eyes, running a hand through

drinking a sleeping pill

and yet I also feel like I

wolf chuckles softly. “Maybe so, but you

on Abby before the

Just the mere mention of her name

come flooding back in. She looked

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

the light

kiss her so badly, but I couldn’t bring myself

last time, and especially not when she

about today.

don’t think it’s a

the studio, caught up

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

competition from the audience.”

audience. I wanted to give Abby a

tickets for everybody. I figure she will