When I finally reached the front, M

When I finally reached the front, Marek grabbed Travis with his thick arms and attempted to throw him to the ground. When Marek leaned down with the motion, Travis rammed his knee into Marek’s face. Before Marek could shake off the blow, Travis lit into him; his fists making contact with Marek’s bloodied face over and over.
Five fingers sank into my arm and I jerked back.
“What the hell are you doing, Abby?” Shepley said.
“I can’t see from back there!” I called to him.
I turned just in time to see Marek land a solid punch. Travis turned, and for a moment I thought he had dodged another blow, but he made a complete circle, crashing his elbow straight into the center of Marek’s nose. Blood sprayed my face, and splattered down the front of my cardigan. Marek fell to the concrete floor with a thud, and for a brief moment the room was completely silent.
Adam threw a scarlet square of fabric on Marek’s limp body, and the mob detonated. Cash changed hands once again, and the expressions divided into the smug and the frustrated.
I was pushed around with the movement of those coming and going. America called my name from somewhere in the back, but I was mesmerized by the trail of red from my chest to my waist.
A pair of heavy black boots stepped in front of me, diverting my attention to the floor. My eyes traveled upward; jeans spattered with blood, a set of finely-chiseled abs, a bare, tattooed chest drenched in sweat, and finally a pair of warm, brown eyes. I was shoved from behind, and Travis caught me by the arm before I fell forward.
“Hey! Back up off her!” Travis frowned, shoving anyone who came near me. His stern expression melted into a smile at the sight my shirt, and then he dabbed my face with a towel. “Sorry about that, Pigeon.”
Adam patted the back of Travis’ head. “C’mon, Mad Dog! You have some dough waitin’ on ya!”
His eyes didn’t stray from mine. “It’s a damn shame about the sweater. It looks good on you.” In the next moment he was engulfed by fans, disappearing the way he came.
“What were thinking you idiot?” America yelled, yanking my arm.
“I came here to see a fight, didn’t I?” I smiled.
“You aren’t even supposed to be here, Abby,” Shepley scolded.
“Neither is America,” I said.
“She doesn’t try to jump in the circle!” he frowned.
“Let’s go.”
America smiled at me and wiped my face. “You are such a pain in the ass, Abby. God, I love you!” She hooked her arm around my neck, and we made our way up the stairs and out into the night. America followed me into my dorm room, and then sneered at my roommate, Kara. I immediately peeled off the bloody cardigan, throwing it into the hamper.
“Gross. Where have you been?” Kara asked from her bed.
I looked to America, who shrugged. “Nose bleed. You haven’t seen one of Abby’s famous nose bleeds?”
Kara pushed up her glasses and shook her head.
“Oh, you will.” She winked at me and then shut the door behind her. Less than a minute later, my cell phone chimed. Per her usual, America texted me seconds after we had said goodbye.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 2:

Ketika saya akhirnya mencapai depan, Marek meraih Travis dengan tangan tebal dan berusaha untuk melemparkan dia ke tanah. Ketika Marek membungkuk dengan gerak, Travis menabrak lutut ke wajah Marek. Sebelum Marek bisa mengusir pukulan, Travis menyala ke dia; tinjunya membuat kontak dengan wajah berlumuran darah Marek berulang.
Lima jari tenggelam ke lengan saya dan saya tersentak kembali.
"Apa yang kau lakukan, Abby?" kata Shepley.
"Saya tidak bisa melihat dari kembali ke sana!" Aku menelepon dia.
Aku berbalik hanya dalam waktu untuk melihat Marek mendaratkan pukulan yang solid. Travis berubah, dan untuk sesaat aku mengira ia telah menghindari pukulan lain, tapi ia membuat lingkaran lengkap, menabrak sikunya langsung ke pusat hidung Marek. Darah disemprotkan wajahku, dan berceceran di bagian depan kardigan saya. Marek jatuh ke lantai beton dengan bunyi gedebuk, dan untuk sesaat ruangan itu benar-benar diam.
Adam melemparkan persegi merah kain di tubuh lemas Marek, dan massa diledakkan. Kas berpindah tangan sekali lagi, dan ekspresi dibagi menjadi sombong dan frustrasi.
Saya didorong sekitar dengan gerakan mereka datang dan pergi. Amerika disebut nama saya dari suatu tempat di belakang, tapi saya terpesona oleh jejak merah dari dadaku ke pinggang saya.
Sepasang sepatu bot hitam berat melangkah di depan saya, mengalihkan perhatian saya ke lantai. Mataku ke atas; jins terciprat darah, satu set abs halus-dipahat, telanjang, tato dada bersimbah keringat, dan akhirnya sepasang hangat, mata cokelat. Saya mendorong dari belakang, dan Travis menangkap lenganku sebelum aku jatuh ke depan.
"Hei! Back up off nya! "Travis mengerutkan kening, mendorong siapa pun yang datang dekat saya. Ekspresi buritan nya mencair ke senyum saat melihat bajuku, dan kemudian dia mengusap wajah saya dengan handuk. "Maaf tentang itu, Pigeon."
Adam menepuk bagian belakang kepala Travis '. "Ayo, Mad Dog! Anda memiliki beberapa adonan menunggumu 'pada ya! "Matanya tidak menyimpang dari tambang.
"Ini memalukan peduli tentang sweater. Ini terlihat baik pada Anda. "Dalam saat berikutnya ia ditelan oleh fans, menghilang cara dia
datang." Apa yang berpikir bodoh? "America berteriak, menghentak
lenganku." Saya datang ke sini untuk melihat perkelahian, tidak Aku? "Aku
tersenyum." Anda bahkan tidak seharusnya berada di sini, Abby, "Shepley
dimarahi." Baik adalah Amerika, "kata
saya." Dia tidak mencoba untuk melompat dalam lingkaran! "ia mengerutkan
kening." Mari kita pergi.
"Amerika tersenyum padaku dan mengusap wajah saya. "Anda adalah rasa sakit seperti di pantat, Abby. Tuhan, aku mencintaimu! "Dia mengaitkan lengannya di leher saya, dan kami berjalan menaiki tangga dan keluar ke malam. Amerika mengikuti saya ke kamar asrama saya, dan kemudian mencemooh teman sekamar saya, Kara. Aku segera terkelupas cardigan berdarah, melemparkan ke keranjang.
"Gross. Di mana saja kau? "Tanya Kara dari tempat tidurnya.
Aku melihat ke Amerika, yang mengangkat bahu. "Hidung berdarah. Anda belum melihat salah satu dari hidung terkenal Abby berdarah?
"Kara mendorong kacamatanya dan
menggeleng." Oh, Anda akan. "Dia mengedipkan mata padaku dan kemudian menutup pintu di belakangnya. Kurang dari satu menit kemudian, ponsel saya menimpali. Per biasa, Amerika mengirim sms detik setelah kami telah mengucapkan selamat tinggal.