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…

against the doorway, partially to hide his view of the mess

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

tone conveys exactly what I want it

I need

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

the chance to stop him. He stands in my entryway, looking around

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

the carpet with the discarded towel before he finally turns back to face

everyone’s been trying to reach you. Don’t

slightly. “Well, I

been… busy.”

his arms across his chest and frowns, a

Watching old movies

at the

own arms as though that will somehow protect

what? It’s

again: that defensiveness in

my failure on Karl, who only ever tried his

now, I’m angry with the world, and I

why.