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 head

“I was here instead.”

his posture stiff. I glance over

eyes, something telling me that he’s only

for him; not today,

“I’m dropping out.”

bricks. I’m at a loss for words,

my mouth agape.

up, his usually jovial demeanor masked by

to see you go, Bryan,” he

your choice. Feel free to go; we’ll

what about the contest?” Daniel blurts out, that

apparent.

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

switch into his professional mode. “The final round will proceed

Abby and

narrow.

the second round will

Daniel a warning look. “Regardless

the two remaining finalists.”

where I feel a bitter

more acrid than that of my bitter tiramisu. But

whose

steps toward

now. “I… If

I speak, and I

moving on autopilot, I step forward

It’s awkward, unexpected—especially from me, to him, this man

odd way, I know he needs

stiffens, like he’s just been slapped. But

His arms tentatively wrap around

surprise in his embrace, as he was

from one

locked in this embrace. The room

I can feel Daniel’s eyes boring holes into the back of my head—but

can feel Bryan’s shoulders tremble,

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