Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

“Abby? What’s going on? Shouldn’t you be at the studio?” I ask, blinking in

confusion. Did I sleep through the whole day or something? Did I miss the cookoff?

She pushes past me, her eyes scanning me from head to toe like a worried

mother as she makes her way into my apartment. “Karl, you’re not sick, are

you? Please, for the love of god, tell me you’re not sick.”

I close the door behind her, my brows knitting in confusion. “Sick? No, I’m just a

bit hungover, but other than that, I’m fine. Why? What are you doing here?”

“You’re sure you’re not sick?” Abby presses, leaning in, her eyes still wide but

now tinged with a sliver of hope.

Enter title…

I throw my hands up in the air. “Would I lie about that? No, I’m not sick, just

hungover, Abby. Now will you tell me why you’re here looking like the world’s

about to end when you’re supposed to be heading to the competition?”

She sighs, the tension leaving her shoulders, but only for a second. “Karl, both

John and Anton have food poisoning. They can’t even stand, let alone be my

for

at her, my eyes wide with shock.

from that seafood dish we had at the party last

a mix of worry and annoyance. “You didn’t eat

did you?”

shake my head. I don’t like seafood very much, so I

“Can you believe it? Of all

happen!”

then glance over at my reflection in the mirror hanging on

a disheveled mess, not at all

do, Abby?” I find myself asking, my

in the eyes, her gaze piercing. “I need a

can think of who might be able to help me out.

will you be

A Hasty

Abby

eyes go wide as I drop

be my sous chef today?” I ask, the

air.

only

chest,

not.

jaw drops. All at once, I feel like I’m about to scream and

can’t show up to the competition without

I can’t pull out of

Why?” I ask, my voice