I just hadn’t thought about it. I h

I just hadn’t thought about it. I hadn’t even entertained the idea that he’d moved on. Of course he would. I guess I thought I’d never have to see or hear of it.
I watched, seeing her smile as she shook her head.
“Well, tell his girlfriend to unwrap herself from him then,” she ordered, and my eyes flared. “His friends here seem . . . intense.” She smirked at Jared, obviously teasing him, but my chest had gone and plummeted all over again.
What the fuck?
Jax came up to the girl and took the phone she offered. “Madoc, it’s Jax,” he said in a serious tone. “I’m at your house. Tate and I want confirmation you’re not drunk, high, or suicidal. Jared’s here, but he could care less. We’ll meet you after your game, or I’ll give Tate a crowbar and set her to work on your car.”
He hung up and tossed the phone back to the girl with the abnormally raised eyebrows.
I spun around and headed down the walkway, taking a right on the sidewalk.
To hell with this.
What a stupid idea. Why did I come here?
“Fallon, wait!” Tate called behind me, but I dug into the pavement harder, quickening my steps.
She grabbed my arm and tried to turn me around, but I kept going.
“Where are you going?” she shouted.
“Back to Chicago! He’s fine. Screwing around as usual.”
The late-morning breeze rustled the leaves overhead and blew my hair into my face as I walked.
Damn him. I couldn’t believe this. I actually came thinking he was hurt or in trouble.
“Fallon.” Tate jogged right in front of me and blocked my way. “I’m confused. What’s going on?”
“He’s fine!” I pointed out, holding out my palm in the air. “Obviously! You were stupid to worry. I told you.”
He’s on a soccer team. No. He’s on the Notre Dame soccer team. And he has a girlfriend! Who has her pretty little preppy self wrapped around him right at this moment.
I’m so stupid.
I veered around Tate and kept walking.
“Stop!” she growled in a deep voice. “How are you going to get back home?”
My steps slowed, and I looked around the neighborhood, searching my brain.
Yeah, I forgot that part. I wasn’t walking back to Chicago.
“Fallon, what’s with you and Madoc?” Tate came around to face me again, her arms crossed over her chest. “Is there something going on between you two?”
“Please.” I tried to laugh it off, but it came out like a croak.
Smooth, Fallon.
“There is, isn’t there?” She smiled knowingly. “That’s what all that commotion was about when you took off with his car that night. And you’re the reason he split so early in the summer.”
I averted my eyes, checking out the super-interesting cracks in the sidewalk. Tate was a friend now. A good friend. And I couldn’t lie to her.
But I couldn’t bring myself to talk about it, either.
“Oh, my God!” she blurted out, obviously taking my silence as a confirmation. “Seriously?”
“Oh, shut up.”
She crossed her arms over her chest and pursed her lips. “So is it hot?” she prompted.
I rolled my eyes, avoiding the question.
The voice in my dreams crept back into my head. “Sit on the car. . . . Spread your legs.”
Tate must’ve seen the longing in my eyes, because she burst out, “I knew it!”
“Yeah, well,” I jumped in, “it’s not true love, Tate."
For him anyway.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 2:

Aku hanya tidak berpikir tentang hal itu. Aku bahkan tidak menghibur gagasan bahwa dia pindah. Tentu saja dia mau. Saya kira saya pikir saya tidak akan pernah harus melihat atau mendengarnya.
Aku melihat, melihat senyumnya saat ia menggeleng.
"Nah, katakan pacarnya untuk membukanya dirinya dari dia itu," ia memerintahkan, dan mata saya menyala. "Teman-temannya di sini tampaknya. . . intens. "Dia menyeringai di Jared, jelas menggodanya, tapi dadaku sudah dan anjlok lagi.
Apa-apaan?
Jax datang ke gadis itu dan mengambil telepon dia menawarkan. "Madoc, itu Jax," katanya dengan nada serius. "Aku di rumah Anda. Tate dan saya ingin konfirmasi Anda tidak mabuk, tinggi, atau bunuh diri. Jared di sini, tapi dia tidak peduli. Kami akan bertemu Anda setelah permainan Anda, atau saya akan memberikan Tate linggis dan menetapkan dia untuk bekerja pada mobil Anda.
"Dia menutup telepon dan melemparkan telepon kembali ke gadis dengan alis terangkat normal.
Aku berbalik dan menuju ke jalan setapak, mengambil tepat di trotoar.
Persetan dengan ini.
Apa ide bodoh. Mengapa saya datang ke sini?
"Fallon, tunggu!" Tate disebut di belakang saya, tapi saya menggali trotoar keras, mempercepat langkah saya.
Dia meraih lenganku dan mencoba untuk mengubah saya sekitar, tapi aku terus berjalan.
"Di mana Anda akan ?
"teriaknya." Kembali ke Chicago! Dia baik-baik saja. Meniduri sekitar seperti biasa.
"Almarhum-pagi angin berdesir daun overhead dan meniup rambut saya ke wajahku saat aku berjalan.
Sial baginya. Aku tidak bisa percaya ini. Aku benar-benar datang berpikir ia terluka atau dalam kesulitan.
"Fallon." Tate berlari tepat di depan saya dan memblokir jalan. "Saya bingung. Apa yang terjadi?
"" Dia baik-baik saja! "Kataku sambil mengulurkan telapak tanganku di udara. "Jelas! Anda bodoh khawatir. Aku bilang.
"Dia pada tim sepak bola. No Dia ada di tim sepak bola Notre Dame. Dan dia punya pacar! Yang memiliki diri preppy yang cukup kecil memeluk dia tepat pada saat ini.
Aku sangat bodoh.
Saya berbelok di sekitar Tate dan terus berjalan.
"Stop!" Dia menggeram dengan suara dalam. "Bagaimana kau akan kembali pulang?"
Langkah saya melambat, dan aku melihat di sekitar lingkungan, mencari otak saya.
Ya, saya lupa bagian itu. Aku tidak berjalan kembali ke Chicago.
"Fallon, ada apa dengan Anda dan Madoc?" Tate datang ke arahku lagi, lengannya disilangkan di dadanya. "Apakah ada sesuatu yang terjadi di antara kalian berdua?"
"Silakan." Aku mencoba tertawa it off, tapi keluar seperti suara parau.
Halus, Fallon.
"Ada, bukan?" Dia tersenyum penuh arti. "Itulah yang semua keributan itu tentang ketika Anda melepas dengan mobilnya malam itu. Dan kau alasan dia membagi sehingga di awal musim panas.
"Aku mengalihkan mataku, memeriksa retakan super-menarik dalam trotoar. Tate adalah teman sekarang. Seorang teman baik. Dan aku tidak bisa berbohong padanya.
Tapi aku tidak bisa membawa diri untuk berbicara tentang hal itu, baik.
"Oh, Tuhan!" Sergahnya, jelas mengambil diam saya sebagai konfirmasi. "Serius?"
"Oh, tutup mulut."
Dia menyilangkan tangan di depan dada dan mengerutkan bibirnya. "Jadi, apakah itu panas?" Dia diminta.
Aku memutar mataku, menghindari pertanyaan itu.
Suara dalam mimpi saya merayap kembali ke kepala saya. "Duduk di mobil. . . . Menyebar kaki Anda.
"Tate pasti melihat kerinduan di mata saya, karena dia meledak," Aku tahu itu!
"" Yeah, well, "aku melompat masuk," itu bukan cinta sejati, Tate.
"Bagi dia pula.