Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Abby

Five minutes feels like an eternity. I pace Karl’s kitchen as he quickly gets ready

in the other room, not even taking a moment to take in the fact that this is Karl’s

apartment, and I’m here for the first time ever. The whole place is awash with

his scent in an almost intoxicating way, the leather chairs and brick walls a

perfect representation of his taste: dark, understated, and professional.

Finally, after what feels like hours, Karl finally steps out of his room. Surprisingly,

despite the time crunch, he looks… good.

His hair is combed neatly, and he’s wearing a professional button-down shirt

with black slacks and a pair of loafers. Somehow, even in his haste, he always

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manages to look put-together. I wish I could say the same; I feel like a

trainwreck right now.

However, as he puts on his blue surgical mask, I glance at the clock. My eyes

widen in horror.

“Oh my god, we have only fifteen minutes to make it!” I exclaim, my throat

feeling dry from the hectic morning.

“We’ll make it, Abby. Trust me,” he says, his words muffled behind the mask.

I swallow. “We have to run to the subway. Maybe we can still—”

Karl holds up his car keys with a chuckle that says he has everything under

control. The keys jingle against each other as he wiggles them back and forth.

needs a subway when you have

My voice

if we drive. We’re better off

gives me a look that I’ve seen so

look. “Just

with a sigh.

rush downstairs

and Karl zips out of the parking space moments later

man on a mission.

“Seatbelt,” he barks.

just in time as he swings into traffic, cutting between a

I grip the edges of the seat,

you trying

there on time,” he says, his

the clock on the dashboard, my stomach lurching. Thirteen

can’t believe we’re really attempting this right now.

can’t help but feel a surge of invigorating adrenaline that I

Karl and I ran from those poachers

light teetering dangerously between the

pushes the pedal to the floor,

another car enters the intersection, horn

straight at us.

“KARL!”

missing the other car by a hair’s breadth.

other driver laying into

obscenities from his window.

urge, my eyes widening even further as

laying on their horns.

speeds off, and once we’re out of the intersection, I punch his arm

you insane? Be more careful! Nothing

risking our lives

his eyes meeting mine through the rearview mirror. “And if

make it on time because I didn’t

if we got hit?” My voice is a shaky mess,

he

suddenly, there

clock again. Five minutes to spare. My