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

Through morning city traffic?” My voice leaps an octave. “Karl, we’d

making it if we drive. We’re better off

that I’ve seen so many times

look. “Just trust me,

fine,” I say with

we rush downstairs and jump into his car.

out

man on a mission.

“Seatbelt,” he barks.

time as

with inches to spare. I grip the edges of the seat, whiteknuckled, my other hand clutching

trying to

there on time,” he says, his eyes never leaving

the clock on the

believe we’re really attempting this right now. It’s

can’t help but feel a surge of invigorating adrenaline

and I ran from those poachers through the

intersection, the light teetering

the pedal to the floor, and I swear time

and another car enters the intersection, horn

straight at us.

“KARL!”

screeching, missing the other car by a hair’s breadth.

halt, the other driver laying into his

obscenities from his window.

urge, my eyes widening even further as other

laying on their horns.

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

me. “Are you insane? Be more

risking our lives

mine through the

it on time because I didn’t take that

if we got hit?” My voice is

we didn’t,” he

a corner, and suddenly, there it

and I glance at the clock