Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

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Abby

Daniel and I fall silent as Bryan and Mr. Thompson suddenly walk into the room,

Daniel’s earlier remarks still ringing in my ears.

But as my eyes flick from Bryan, whose eyes are red-rimmed and swollen, to

Mr. Thompson, whose face is somber, I suddenly find myself forgetting all about

my argument with Daniel.

“Bryan, are you okay?” I ask, taking a step forward.

He looks up, his eyes full of an emotion that strikes me instantly. Bryan has

been the quiet sort throughout this entire competition, focused entirely on his

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work. But now, he suddenly appears as though his very soul is slipping out from

him, like the rug was just ripped from beneath his feet.

“It’s private, Abby—” Mr. Thompson begins, but Bryan cuts him off.

“No, no, it’s fine,” Bryan says. “It’s just… um…” His voice quivers, and there’s a

pause before he finally takes a deep breath and speaks. “It’s… It’s my mom,” he

whispers, the words catching in his throat. “She passed away. Just now.”

The room tilts a little, my heart dropping to my stomach. The competition, the

rivalry, the argument with Daniel—all of it suddenly seems to fade into

nothingness.

“Oh, Bryan… I’m so sorry,” I murmur.

He nods. “She wasn’t doing so well, and has been in the hospital for a while. I

been by her side, but…”

“I was here instead.”

Daniel asks, his posture stiff. I glance over at

a glint in his eyes, something telling me that he’s

for

“I’m dropping out.”

a ton of bricks. I’m at a loss for words, my eyes

my mouth agape.

usually jovial demeanor

regret and urgency. “We’re very sorry to see

choice. Feel free to go; we’ll handle

what about the contest?” Daniel blurts out, that glint in

apparent.

his hands clasped behind his back, a sure sign that

mode. “The final round

two, Abby

narrow. “But

will not be taken

shooting Daniel a warning look.

the two remaining finalists.”

feel a bitter sense

more acrid than that of my bitter tiramisu. But I push it aside,

Bryan, whose

I start, taking a few steps toward him, my own troubles

“I…

tremble slightly as I

I’m moving on autopilot, I step forward and wrap my arms

It’s awkward, unexpected—especially from me, to

I know

slapped. But then, after a

arms tentatively wrap around my

of surprise in his embrace,

from one

few moments, locked in this embrace. The room is

feel Daniel’s eyes boring holes

feel Bryan’s shoulders tremble, a silent

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