Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Abby

A curse slips out of my mouth as I lurch across my living room. My fingers are

clumsy as I fumble with the door handle, but finally, I yank it open. The porch

light filters in, revealing Karl, his figure imposing even in the darkness of the

street outside.

“What are you doing here?” I’m more tired than angry, and a little too drunk for

my own good, leaving my voice harsher than I really intend.

Karl’s eyes scan over me, taking in my haphazard state, before his gaze floats

past me and into the equally haphazard state of my apartment. “Why aren’t you

answering your phone?” he asks. “I’ve been trying to call you. I’m worried.”

Enter title…

to hide his view of the mess

myself. “I didn’t feel like talking tonight,”

exactly what I want it to:

I need

Karl doesn’t budge. Instead, he steps forward, brushing past

stop him. He stands in my entryway, looking

half-eaten takeout food, the two wine bottles, and the blooming red

the carpet with the discarded towel before

been trying to reach

ever so slightly. “Well, I haven’t

been… busy.”

his chest and frowns,

Watching old movies and

at the bottle on

as though that will somehow protect me. “Maybe,”

what? It’s

There it is again: that defensiveness in my tone. I know I

on Karl, who only ever tried his best

can’t help it. Right now, I’m angry with the world, and I don’t entirely

why.