America led me down the hall to Tra

America led me down the hall to Travis’ bedroom and
frowned. “You have to change, Abby. You can’t wear
that to the fight.”
“I wore a freaking cardigan last time and you didn’t say
anything!” I protested.
“I didn’t think you’d go last time. Here,” she threw
clothes at me, “put this on.”
“I am not wearing this!”
“Let’s go!” Shepley called from the living room.
“Hurry up!” America snapped, running into Shepley’s
room. I pulled on the deep cut, yellow halter top and tight, lowrise
jeans America had thrown at me, and then slipped on a
pair of heels, raking a brush through my hair as I shuffled
down the hall. America came out of her room with a short,
green baby doll dress and matching heels, and when we
rounded the corner, Travis and Shepley were standing at
the door.
Travis’ mouth fell open. “Oh, hell no. Are you trying to
get me killed? You’ve gotta change, Pidge.”
“What?” I asked, looking down.
America grabbed her hips. “She looks cute, Trav,
leave her alone!”
Travis took my hand and led me down the hall. “Get a tshirt
on…and some sneakers. Something
comfortable.”
“What? Why?”
“Because I’ll be more worried about who’s looking at
your tits in that shirt instead of Hoffman,” he said, stopping
at his door.
“I thought you said you didn’t give a damn what anyone
else thought?”
“That’s a different scenario, Pigeon.” Travis looked
down at my chest and then up at me. “You can’t wear this to
the fight, so please…just…please just change,” he
stuttered, shoving me into the room and shutting me in.
“Travis!” I yelled. I kicked off my heels, and shoved my
feet into my Converse. Then I wiggled out of my halter top,
throwing it across the room. The first cotton shirt that
touched my hands I yanked over my head, and then ran
down the hall, standing in the doorway.
“Better?” I huffed, pulling my hair into a pony tail.
“Yes!” Travis said, relieved. “Let’s go!”
We raced to the parking lot. I jumped on the back of
Travis’ motorcycle as he ripped the engine and peeled out,
flying down the road to the college. I squeezed his middle in
anticipation; the rushing to get out the door had sent
adrenaline surging through my veins.
Travis drove over the curb, parking his motorcycle in the
shadows behind the Jefferson Liberal Arts building. He
pushed his sunglasses to the top of his head, and then
grabbed my hand, smiling as we snuck to the back of the
building. He stopped at an open window near the ground.
My eyes widened with realization. “You’re joking.”
Travis smiled. “This is the VIP entrance. You should
see how everyone else gets in.”
I shook my head as he worked his legs through, and
then disappeared. I leaned down and called into
oblivion, “Travis!”

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Amerika membawaku menyusuri lorong ke kamar tidur Travis' danmengerutkan kening. "Anda harus mengubah, Abby. Anda tidak bisa memakaibahwa untuk berperang.""Aku memakai kardigan freaking terakhir kali dan Anda tidak mengatakanapa pun!" Aku protes."Saya tidak berpikir Anda akan pergi terakhir kali. Di sini,"Dia melemparkanpakaian aku "mengenakan ini.""Aku tidak mengenakan ini!""Mari kita pergi!" Todmorden disebut dari ruang tamu."Cepat up!" Amerika bentak, berlari ke Todmorden 'sKamar. Aku menarik pada luka, kuning halter atas dan ketat, lowriseJeans Amerika telah dilemparkan pada saya, dan kemudian pergi padasepasang tumit, menyapu kuas melalui rambut saya sebagai saya dikocokmenyusuri lorong. Amerika keluar dari kamarnya dengan singkat,hijau gaun boneka bayi dan mencocokkan tumit, dan ketika kitadibulatkan sudut, Travis dan Todmorden berdiri dipintu.Travis' mulut jatuh terbuka. "Oh, neraka tidak ada. Apakah Anda mencoba untukmendapatkan saya dibunuh? Anda harus mengubah, Pidge. ""Apa?" Saya bertanya, melihat ke bawah.Amerika menyambar pinggul. "Dia terlihat lucu, Trav,meninggalkannya sendirian!"Travis mengambil tangan saya dan memimpin saya menyusuri lorong. "Mendapatkan tshirtpada... dan beberapa sepatu. Sesuatunyaman.""Apa? Kenapa?""Karena aku akan menjadi lebih khawatir tentang yang memandangpayudara Anda bahwa kemeja bukan Hoffman,"katanya, berhentidi pintu."Saya pikir Anda mengatakan Anda tidak peduli apa yang oranglain berpikir?""Itu adalah skenario yang berbeda, Pigeon." Travis tampakdown at my chest and then up at me. “You can’t wear this tothe fight, so please…just…please just change,” hestuttered, shoving me into the room and shutting me in.“Travis!” I yelled. I kicked off my heels, and shoved myfeet into my Converse. Then I wiggled out of my halter top,throwing it across the room. The first cotton shirt thattouched my hands I yanked over my head, and then randown the hall, standing in the doorway.“Better?” I huffed, pulling my hair into a pony tail.“Yes!” Travis said, relieved. “Let’s go!”We raced to the parking lot. I jumped on the back ofTravis’ motorcycle as he ripped the engine and peeled out,flying down the road to the college. I squeezed his middle inanticipation; the rushing to get out the door had sentadrenaline surging through my veins.Travis drove over the curb, parking his motorcycle in theshadows behind the Jefferson Liberal Arts building. Hepushed his sunglasses to the top of his head, and thengrabbed my hand, smiling as we snuck to the back of thebuilding. He stopped at an open window near the ground.My eyes widened with realization. “You’re joking.”Travis smiled. “This is the VIP entrance. You shouldsee how everyone else gets in.”I shook my head as he worked his legs through, andthen disappeared. I leaned down and called intooblivion, “Travis!”