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.

subway when you have four wheels?” he

traffic?” My voice leaps an

making it if we drive.

gives me a look that I’ve seen so

“Just

I say with a sigh. “I trust

we rush downstairs and jump into his

out of

man on a mission.

“Seatbelt,” he barks.

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

van with inches to spare. I grip the edges of the seat,

are you trying to get

on time,” he says,

glance at the clock on the dashboard, my stomach

can’t believe we’re really attempting

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

Karl and I ran from those poachers through the

intersection, the light teetering dangerously between

Karl pushes the pedal to the floor, and

and another car enters the intersection, horn blaring,

straight at us.

“KARL!”

tires screeching, missing the other car by

a screeching halt, the other

obscenities from his window.

Karl, just go!” I urge, my eyes widening

laying on their horns.

out of the intersection, I punch

surprises even me. “Are you insane? Be more

our lives

me, his eyes meeting mine through the rearview mirror. “And

because I didn’t take that

if we got hit?” My voice is a shaky

he

then we turn a corner, and suddenly, there it is—the TV studio. Karl pulls

clock again. Five minutes to spare. My heart