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

but…” He shakes his

“I was here instead.”

his posture stiff. I glance over at

telling

the cards for him; not today, and

“I’m dropping out.”

bricks. I’m at a

my mouth agape.

Mr. Thompson speaks up, his usually jovial demeanor masked by a

very sorry to

choice. Feel free to

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

apparent.

turns, his hands clasped behind his back, a sure

mode. “The

Abby

narrow. “But the

will not be

look. “Regardless of scores,

the two remaining finalists.”

feel a bitter sense

of my bitter tiramisu. But I push

whose world has just

steps toward him, my own troubles feeling

small now. “I… If there’s

I speak, and I can’t just

moving on autopilot, I step forward and wrap my arms

a hug. It’s awkward, unexpected—especially from

way, I know he needs

stiffens, like he’s just been slapped. But then,

arms tentatively wrap

of surprise in his embrace,

from one of

few moments, locked in

boring holes into

feel Bryan’s shoulders

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