Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Abby

The buzzer goes off, and the contestants place down their dishes, stepping

back from their stations. The room is alive with murmurs, excitement from the

crowd as their eyes scan the three dishes on the stage. The judges step down

from their booth, their gazes inscrutable.

My hands tremble, still hovering over the tiramisu’s uneven surface— it’s a

mocking reminder of the chaos just moments before, but I could fix it, at least a

little. Maybe no one would even notice.

My dish is not even close to perfect, far from the image I had in my head, and

every fiber of my being screams to adjust the messy dusting of pistachios just a

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little bit, just so I can make it look a tiny bit more presentable.

But before my fingers can act, I catch Logan’s cold glare, halting me, his

disapproval crystal clear. I quickly pull my hands away, feeling my face turn what

I can only imagine is the deepest shade of red ever.

We all stand back, the stage now eerily quiet. The judges begin to make their

rounds, and I can hear them before I see them.

“Delicious,” Logan says, slowly chewing a bite of none other than Daniel’s

You’ve outdone yourself,

nod. His eyes flicker over to

twinge of something bubbling inside of me, a fury

switch my spices? I wouldn’t put

can’t quite make out what they say this

expressions tell me that they like his dish. Vanessa rolls her

subtle “Oh my god…”

She loves it. And now, it’s just me left; me, with my ugly tiramisu. How can

love the others’

best for last.” Vanessa’s voice is

of my pit of dread.

tense smile, nodding politely as Vanessa picks

bit of the lumpy tiramisu to her

closing for a brief moment.

shifts ever so

not a grimace, but it’s

either.

you use any spices out of the ordinary,

drain from my face. “Just… Just

quivering.

as she beckons Logan over with a

of her head.

shoots me a look as he approaches. I brace myself, recalling

of sabotage, the way

up when I added the ‘nutmeg’ to the

almost want to curse out loud; I should have checked it just to be safe,

running out of

spoonful. His eyes, a stormy gray color,

he tastes

he states flatly, putting the