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

her side, but…” He shakes

“I was here instead.”

posture stiff. I glance

in his eyes, something telling

in the cards for him; not today, and maybe

“I’m dropping out.”

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

my mouth agape.

Mr. Thompson speaks up, his usually jovial demeanor

urgency. “We’re very sorry to

Feel free to go; we’ll

contest?” Daniel blurts

apparent.

turns, his hands clasped behind his back, a sure sign that

switch into his professional mode. “The

two, Abby and

narrow. “But the

scores of the second round will not be taken into account,”

warning look.

the two remaining finalists.”

where I feel a bitter sense of relief mingled with

of my bitter

whose world has

few steps toward

“I… If

slightly as I

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

unexpected—especially from me, to him, this man

I

slapped.

arms tentatively wrap around my

his embrace, as he

from one of his

a few moments, locked in this

eyes boring holes into the

anything, I can feel Bryan’s shoulders tremble, a silent

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