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

My voice leaps an octave. “Karl,

making it if we drive. We’re better

look that I’ve seen so many times before. It’s his ‘trust me,

“Just

I say with a

my throat, we rush

to life, and Karl zips out of the parking

man on a mission.

“Seatbelt,” he barks.

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

I grip the edges of the seat, whiteknuckled, my other

are you trying to get us

trying to get us there on time,” he says, his eyes never leaving

at the clock on the dashboard,

I can’t believe we’re really

I can’t help but feel a surge of

Karl and I ran

intersection, the light teetering dangerously between the

Karl pushes the pedal to the floor,

red, and another car enters the

straight at us.

“KARL!”

other car by

other driver

obscenities from his window.

my eyes widening even further as

laying on their horns.

of

surprises even me. “Are you insane? Be more careful! Nothing

risking our

eyes meeting mine through the

on time because I didn’t take that

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

he

corner, and suddenly, there it is—the TV

front, and I glance at the clock again. Five minutes to spare.