Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

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“Oh, Abby…” Chloe’s voice is the first to crackle through the speaker. “I’m so

sorry we can’t be there. This food poisoning has us all in bed.”

“But we watched the whole show,” Daisy chimes in, her voice hoarse. “You did

so well, Abby.”

“I can’t believe you were sabotaged.” John’s voice is stern, even a little angry.

“Maybe it’s a good thing I wasn’t there. I would’ve beaten the pulp out of that

little shit Daniel. Would’ve gotten myself arrested.”

“Same,” Leah adds. “Trust me, Abby, everyone can tell that he’s a little snake.

Just you wait; he’ll get his comeuppance.”

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I swallow hard, my raw emotions forming a lump in my throat. “You guys,” I say,

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my voice wavering more than I would like it to, “you didn’t need to watch all of it.

And I lost anyway. It doesn’t matter anymore.”

“Are you kidding?” Ethan’s voice crackles through, although his face is frozen

due to a bad connection. “It does matter, Abby. Everyone was rooting for you.

You were a star.”

I glance at Karl, who nods slowly. “Abby, if you had checked your phone, you

would know,” he says. “Social media is on fire right now. Hashtags about you

are already cropping up: #justiceforabby. People loved you, and they’re pissed.”

Karl’s words send me spiraling. It’s all I can do not to stagger backwards. All I

can do is lean my hand on the wall to steady myself, grasping my necklace with

my other hand. “R-Really?”

Karl nods, and so does everyone else on the screen. “Yes,” he says. “Abby, this

sabotage will come to light. I’m sure of it.”

But I’m shaking my head, not able to believe any of this. “I just… I never wanted

this. I never should have competed to begin with.”

“That’s ridiculous and you know it.” Karl’s voice is firm. “Of course you should

have competed. You belong in that arena, Abby. And besides,” he adds, a

twinkle of mischief in his eyes despite the solemn set of his jaw, “Daniel’s lies

will catch up with him. If not now, then later. No one pulls stunts like that and

gets away with it; not for long, at least.”

I can’t help the snort that escapes me. Karl’s words should be soothing, but

they’re not—because he’s wrong. Men get away with this kind of stuff all of the

time, especially when it comes to putting women down for their own gain. What

makes Daniel so different?

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“Hey, Abby.” Anton’s hoarse voice brings me back to the present moment. He’s

been silent this whole time, but he’s been there. “You remember what you

always say. ‘A true chef never stops.’ Don’t let this stop you.”

The chorus of agreement from the others brings tears to my eyes. My voice

feels caught in my throat as we all say goodbye. When Karl finally ends the call,

I feel like I’ve been deflated. The room feels quieter, emptier now, maybe even a

little colder. I stumble past Karl and over to my couch, where I sink down and

put my head in my hands.

But it’s not long before I hear footsteps approaching, followed by the sound of

Karl’s voice.

His eyes wander to the bottles, the half-eaten takeout that’s long since gone

cold, the red stain on the carpet that will now likely never come out, then back to

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