“Come on!” I urged him forward, the

“Come on!” I urged him forward, the heat in his eyes full of fire.
He rushed me, and we fell to the ground, scrambling over each other. He hovered over me, his fist missing my jaw. I growled and threw him over, swinging my fist into his face and bringing in my other fist across his jaw.
“Stop!” I heard Tate yell. “Jax! Do something!”
Jax? Oh yeah. He lived here.
“Why?” I heard him ask.
Jared’s hands wrapped around my neck, and he locked his arms as straight as steel bars, holding me as far away from him as he could.
“Asshole!” I coughed.
He barely unclenched his teeth. “Fucking dickhead.”
Freezing water splashed my back, splashing around my arms and hitting Jared in the face.
“What the . . . ?” I barked.
The stream of water hit me in the face, and Jared released my neck to shield his head from the cold attack while I rolled off of him. We wiped the water out of our eyes and sat up, glaring at the hose-man until we noticed it was Mr. Brandt. And he looked pissed. His khaki shorts were splattered with water, and he had grease stains on his White Sox T-shirt.
“Your parents are seeing each other.” He spoke low, a hundred- pound weight in every word. “Worst case scenario they break up. Best-case scenario, you’re stepbrothers.”
“So?” I blurted without the good sense to shut up.
He threw down the hose and yelled, “So what are you fighting about?”
I swallowed, my mouth gone dry.
Yeah, I forgot about that part. Jared and Jax were already my brothers as far as I was concerned, but having our families connected like that might be pretty cool.
Unless the marriage didn’t work out. Which with my father’s history was damn well possible.
But on the other hand, his marriages probably failed because of his affair with Jared’s mom. Now that they could be together, it might be forever.
“I don’t know,” I mumbled.
Standing up, I couldn’t look at any of them, but I knew they were all looking at me. Why the hell did I attack my best friend? I had called his mother a slut, for crying out loud.
All of Jared’s shit while Tate was in France came back. He’d missed her. He’d loved her, even though he hadn’t known it then. And he had been withering away without her. He fought. He drank. He screwed.
And none of it made him feel any better.
So why was I screwing up my life for a chick I didn’t even love? Who didn’t even deserve my attention?
I could understand Jared losing control of himself for Tate. She was a good girl, and she fought for him. And when that didn’t work, she fought against him. She never stopped showing him that she was there.
But Fallon wasn’t Tate. She wasn’t even in the same league.
All of this was so stupid. I had no reason to go off the rails just because she popped back into town and fucked with me again.
Holding out my hand, I was relieved when Jared took it. I helped him up, hoping he took that as an apology. Jared and I didn’t need to get all girly. He knew I fucked up, and he knew that I knew it.
“Oh, look.” I smirked. “Fixing your car again? That’s a Ford for you.”

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 2:

"Ayo!" Aku mendesaknya maju, panas di matanya penuh api.
Dia bergegas saya, dan kami jatuh ke tanah, berebut satu sama lain. Dia melayang di atas saya, tinjunya hilang rahang saya. Aku menggeram dan melemparkannya lebih, mengayunkan kepalan saya ke wajahnya dan membawa kepalan saya yang lain di rahangnya.
"Berhenti!" Aku mendengar Tate berteriak. "Jax! Lakukan sesuatu!
"Jax? Oh ya. Dia tinggal di sini.
"Kenapa?" Aku mendengar dia bertanya.
Tangan Jared melilit leher saya, dan ia mengunci lengannya lurus seperti batang baja, memegang saya sebagai jauh darinya yang dia bisa.
"Bajingan!" Aku terbatuk.
Dia nyaris mem- buka giginya. "Brengsek sialan."
Pembekuan air memercik punggung saya, bermain di sekitar lengan dan memukul Jared di wajah.
"Apa yang. . . ? "Saya bentak.
Aliran air memukul saya di wajah, dan Jared merilis leher saya untuk melindungi kepalanya dari serangan dingin sementara aku berguling dari dia. Kami menyeka air dari mata kita dan duduk, melotot pada manusia selang sampai kita melihat itu Mr. Brandt. Dan ia tampak marah. Celana pendek khaki Nya berlumuran dengan air, dan ia memiliki noda lemak pada White Sox kausnya.
"Orang tua Anda melihat satu sama lain." Dia berbicara rendah, satu pon berat badan seratus di setiap kata. "Skenario terburuk mereka putus. Skenario kasus terbaik, Anda saudara tirinya.
"" Jadi? "Tanyaku langsung tanpa pengertian yang baik untuk tutup mulut.
Dia melemparkan selang dan berteriak," Jadi apa yang Anda perebutkan?
"Aku menelan, mulut saya terasa kering.
Ya, saya lupa tentang bagian itu. Jared dan Jax sudah saudara-saudara saya sejauh yang saya khawatir, tapi setelah keluarga kita terhubung seperti itu mungkin cukup keren.
Kecuali pernikahan tidak berhasil. Yang dengan sejarah ayahku adalah betul mungkin.
Tapi di sisi lain, pernikahan nya mungkin gagal karena perselingkuhannya dengan ibu Jared. Sekarang mereka bisa bersama-sama, mungkin selamanya.
"Saya tidak tahu," gumamku.
Sambil berdiri, saya tidak bisa melihat salah satu dari mereka, tapi aku tahu mereka semua menatapku. Kenapa aku menyerang sahabatku? Aku menelepon ibunya pelacur, menangis dengan suara keras.
Semua kotoran Jared sementara Tate adalah di Perancis kembali. Dia merindukannya. Dia mencintainya, meskipun ia tidak tahu kemudian. Dan ia telah melenyap tanpa dia. Dia berkelahi. Dia mabuk. Dia kacau.
Dan tidak ada yang membuatnya merasa lebih baik.
Jadi mengapa aku mengacaukan hidup saya untuk cewek Aku bahkan tidak mencintai? Yang bahkan tidak pantas perhatian saya?
Saya bisa mengerti Jared kehilangan kendali dirinya untuk Tate. Dia adalah seorang gadis yang baik, dan dia berjuang untuk dia. Dan ketika itu tidak berhasil, ia berjuang melawan dia. Dia tidak pernah berhenti menunjukkan bahwa dia ada di sana.
Tapi Fallon tidak Tate. Dia bahkan tidak di liga yang sama.
Semua ini begitu bodoh. Aku tidak punya alasan untuk pergi dari rel hanya karena dia muncul kembali ke kota dan kacau dengan saya lagi.
Sambil memegang tangan saya, saya merasa lega ketika Jared mengambilnya. Saya membantu dia, berharap dia menganggap itu sebagai permintaan maaf. Jared dan saya tidak perlu untuk mendapatkan semua girly. Dia tahu aku kacau, dan ia tahu bahwa aku tahu itu.
"Oh, lihat." Aku menyeringai. "Memperbaiki mobil Anda lagi? Itu Ford untuk Anda. "