“How did you end up here from Kansa

“How did you end up here from Kansas?”
I picked at the label of my beer bottle. “We just had to
get away.”
“From what?”
“My parents.”
“Oh. What about America? She has parent issues,
too?”
“No, Mark and Pam are great. They practically raised
me. She sort of tagged along; she didn’t want me to
come alone.”
Travis nodded. “So, why Eastern?”
“What’s with the third degree?” I said. The questions
were drifting from small talk to personal, and I was
beginning to get uncomfortable.
Several chairs knocked together as the soccer team left
their seats. They traded one last joke before they
meandered toward the door. Their pace quickened when
Travis stood up. Those in the back of the group pushed
those in front to escape before Travis made his way across
the room. He sat down, forcing the frustration and anger
away.
I raised an eyebrow.
“You were going to say why you chose Eastern,” he
prompted.
“It’s hard to explain,” I said, shrugging. “I guess it just
felt right.”
He smiled as he opened his menu. “I know what
you mean.”

CHAPTER TWO
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Familiar faces filled the seats of our favorite lunch table.
America sat on one side of me, Finch on the other, and the
rest of the spaces were picked off by Shepley and his
Sigma Tau brothers. It was hard to hear with the low roar
inside the cafeteria, and the air conditioner seemed to be
on the fritz again. The air was thick with the smells of fried
foods and sweaty skin, but somehow everyone seemed to
be more energetic than usual.
“Hey Brazil,” Shepley said, greeting the man sitting in
front of me. His olive skin and chocolate eyes offset the
white Eastern Football hat pulled low on his forehead.
“Missed you after the game Saturday, Shep. I drank a
beer or six for ya,” he said with a broad, white grin.
“I appreciate it. I took Mare out to dinner,” he said,
leaning over to kiss the top of America’s long, blonde
hair.
“You’re sittin’ in my chair, Brazil.”
Brazil turned to see Travis standing behind him, and
then looked to me, surprised. “Oh, is she one of your
girls, Trav?”
“Absolutely not,” I said, shaking my head.
Brazil looked to Travis, who stared at him expectantly.
Brazil shrugged and then took his tray to the end of the
table.
Travis smiled at me as he settled into the seat. “What’s
up, Pidge?”
“What is that?” I asked, unable to look away from his
tray. The mystery food on his plate looked like a wax
display.
Travis laughed and took a drink from his water glass.
“The cafeteria ladies scare me. I’m not about to critique
their cooking skills.”
I didn’t miss the appraising eyes of those sitting at the
table. Travis’ behavior piqued their curiosity, and I subdued
a smile at being the only girl they had seen him insist on
sitting by.
“Ugh…that Bio test is after lunch,” America groaned.
“Did you study?” I asked.
“God, no. I spent the night reassuring my boyfriend that
you weren’t going to sleep with Travis.”
The football players seated at the end of our table
stopped their obnoxious laughter to listen more closely,
making the other students take notice. I glared at America,
but she was unconcerned with any blame, nudging Shepley
with her shoulder.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 2:

"Bagaimana Anda berakhir di sini dari Kansas?"
Aku mengambil di label botol bir. "Kami hanya harus
pergi."
"Dari apa?"
"Orang tua saya."
"Oh. Bagaimana Amerika? Dia memiliki masalah orangtua,
juga?
"" Tidak, Mark dan Pam yang besar. Mereka praktis mengangkat
saya. Dia semacam tagged bersama; dia tidak ingin aku
datang sendirian. "Travis mengangguk.
"Jadi, mengapa Timur?"
"Ada apa dengan derajat ketiga?" Kataku. Pertanyaan-pertanyaan
yang melayang dari pembicaraan kecil untuk pribadi, dan saya
mulai merasa tidak nyaman.
Beberapa kursi mengetuk bersama-sama sebagai tim sepak bola meninggalkan
kursi mereka. Mereka diperdagangkan satu lelucon terakhir sebelum mereka
berkelok-kelok menuju pintu. Langkah mereka mempercepat ketika
Travis berdiri. Mereka di belakang kelompok mendorong
mereka di depan untuk melarikan diri sebelum Travis berjalan melintasi
ruangan. Dia duduk, memaksa frustrasi dan kemarahan
pergi.
Aku mengangkat alis.
"Kau akan mengatakan mengapa Anda memilih Timur," ia
diminta.
"Sulit untuk menjelaskan," kataku, mengangkat bahu. "Saya kira itu hanya
merasa benar."
Dia tersenyum sambil membuka menu. "Aku tahu apa yang
Anda maksud." BAB DUA babi wajah Familiar mengisi kursi meja makan siang favorit kami. America duduk di satu sisi saya, Finch di sisi lain, dan sisa ruang dijemput off oleh Shepley dan nya Sigma Tau saudara. Itu sulit untuk mendengar dengan deru rendah dalam kantin, dan AC tampaknya fritz lagi. Udara tebal dengan bau goreng makanan dan kulit berkeringat, tapi entah bagaimana semua orang tampaknya lebih energik dari biasanya. "Hei Brasil," kata Shepley, sapaan pria yang duduk di depan saya. Mata kulit dan coklat zaitun nya mengimbangi topi Football Timur putih ditarik rendah di dahinya. "Missed Anda setelah pertandingan Sabtu, Shep. Saya minum bir atau enam untuk ya, "katanya dengan seringai putih yang luas." Saya menghargai itu. Aku mengambil Mare keluar untuk makan malam, "katanya, membungkuk untuk mencium bagian atas yang panjang, pirang Amerika rambut." Kau Sittin 'di kursi, Brasil. "Brasil berbalik dan melihat Travis berdiri di belakangnya, dan kemudian melihat ke saya, terkejut. "Oh, dia salah satu dari Anda gadis, Trav?" "Sama sekali tidak," kataku, menggelengkan kepala. Brasil tampak Travis, yang menatapnya penuh harap. Brasil mengangkat bahu dan kemudian mengambil nampan untuk akhir tabel. Travis tersenyum padaku saat ia duduk kursi. "Apa up, Pidge?" "Apa itu?" Tanyaku, tidak dapat melihat jauh dari-Nya tray. Misteri makanan di atas piring tampak seperti lilin layar. Travis tertawa dan mengambil minum dari gelas air nya. "Para wanita kantin menakut-nakuti saya. Saya tidak akan mengkritik keterampilan memasak mereka. "Saya tidak kehilangan mata menilai orang-orang yang duduk di meja. Perilaku Travis 'terusik rasa ingin tahu mereka, dan saya tenang senyum di menjadi satu-satunya gadis yang mereka lihat dia bersikeras duduk. "Ugh ... bahwa tes Bio adalah setelah makan siang," Amerika mengerang. "Apakah Anda belajar?" Tanya saya. " Tuhan, tidak ada. Aku menghabiskan malam meyakinkan pacar saya bahwa Anda tidak akan tidur dengan Travis. "Para pemain sepak bola duduk di ujung meja kami berhenti tertawa menjengkelkan mereka untuk mendengarkan lebih dekat, membuat siswa lain memperhatikan. Aku melotot Amerika, tapi dia tidak peduli dengan menyalahkan apapun, menyenggol Shepley dengan bahunya.