She seemed disappointed, and I gigg

She seemed disappointed, and I giggled at the fallen
expression on her face.
It had always been a dream of America’s for us to date
friends, and roommates-slash-cousins, for her, was hitting
the jackpot. She wanted us to room together when she
decided to come with me to Eastern, but I vetoed her idea,
hoping to spread my wings a bit. Once she finished
pouting, she focused on finding a friend of Shepley’s to
introduce me to.
Travis’ healthy interest in me had surpassed her ideas.
I breezed through the test and sat on the steps outside
the building, waiting for America. When she slumped down
beside me in defeat, I waited for her to speak.
“That was awful!” she cried.
“You should study with us. Travis explains it really well.”
America groaned and leaned her head on my shoulder.
“You were no help at all! Couldn’t you have given me a
courtesy nod or something?” I hooked my arm around her
neck and walked her to our dorm.
Over the next week, Travis helped with my history paper
and tutored me in Biology. We stood together scanning the
grade board outside Professor Campbell’s office. My
student number was three spots from the top.
“Third highest test grade in the class! Nice, Pidge!” he
said, squeezing me. His eyes were bright with excitement
and pride, and an awkward feeling made me to take a step
back.
“Thanks, Trav. Couldn’t have done it without you,” I said,
pulling on his t-shirt.
He tossed me over his shoulder, making his way
through the crowd behind us. “Make way! Move it, people!
Let’s make room for this poor woman’s hideously
disfigured, ginormous brain! She’s a fucking genius!”
I giggled at the amused and curious expressions of my
classmates.
As the days went by, we fielded the persistent rumors
about a relationship. Travis’ reputation helped to quiet the
gossip. He had never been known to stay with one girl
longer than a night, so the more times we were seen
together, the more people understood our platonic
relationship for what it was. Even with the constant
questions of our involvement, the stream of attention Travis
received from his co-eds didn’t recede.
He continued to sit next to me in History, and eat with
me at lunch. It didn’t take long to realize I had been wrong
about him, even finding myself defensive towards those that
didn’t know Travis the way that I did.
In the cafeteria, Travis set a can of orange juice in front
of me.
“You didn’t have to do that. I was going to grab one,” I
said, peeling off my jacket.
“Well, now you don’t have to,” he said, flashing the
dimple on his left cheek.
Brazil snorted. “Did she turn you into a cabana boy,
Travis? What’s next, fanning her with a palm tree leaf,
wearing a Speedo?”
Travis shot him a murderous glare, and I jumped to his
defense. “You couldn’t fill a Speedo, Brazil. Shut the hell
up.”
“Easy, Abby! I was kidding!” Brazil said, holding up his
hands.
“Just…don’t talk about him like that,” I said, frowning.
Travis’ expression was a mixture of surprise and
gratitude. “Now I’ve seen it all. I was just defended by a girl,”
he said, standing up. Before he left with his tray, he offered
one more warning glare to Brazil, and then walked outside
to stand with a small group of fellow smokers outside the
building.
I tried not to watch him while he laughed and talked.
Every girl in the group subtly competed for the space next
to him, and America shoved her elbow in my ribs when she
noticed my attention was elsewhere.
“Whatcha lookin’ at, Abby?”
“Nothing. I’m not looking at anything.”
She rested her chin on her hand and shook her head.
“They’re so obvious. Look at the red head. She’s ran her
fingers through her hair as many times as she’s blinked. I
wonder if Travis gets tired of that.”
Shepley nodded. “He does. Everyone thinks he’s this
asshole, but if they only knew how much patience he has
dealing with every girl that thinks she can tame him…he
can’t go anywhere without them bugging him. Trust me;
he’s much more polite than I would be.”
“Oh, like you wouldn’t love it,” America said, kissing his
cheek.
Travis was finishing his cigarette outside the cafeteria
when I passed. “Wait up, Pidge. I’ll walk you.”
“You don’t have to walk me to every class, Travis. I
know how to get there on my own.”
Travis was easily sidetracked by a girl with long, black
hair and a short skirt walking by that smiled at him. He
followed her with his eyes and nodded in the girl’s direction,
throwing down his cigarette.
“I’ll catch up with you later, Pidge.”
“Yeah,” I said, rolling my eyes as he jogged to the girl’s
side.

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Dia tampak kecewa, dan aku terkikik di jatuhekspresi wajahnya.Hal itu selalu menjadi impian Amerika bagi kita untuk tanggalteman-teman, dan teman sekamar-slash-sepupu, baginya, memukuljackpot. Dia ingin kita kamar bersama-sama ketika diamemutuskan untuk datang dengan saya ke Timur, tapi saya memveto idenya,berharap untuk menyebarkan sayap saya sedikit. Setelah ia selesaiDia cemberut, berfokus pada menemukan seorang teman Todmorden untukmemperkenalkan saya untuk.Travis' sehat minat saya telah melampaui ide-ide nya.Aku melenggang melalui tes dan duduk di langkah-langkah di luarbangunan, menunggu untuk Amerika. Kapan dia merosotdi samping saya dalam kekalahan, saya menunggu dia untuk berbicara."Itu mengerikan!" dia menangis."Anda harus belajar bersama kami. Travis menjelaskan hal itu benar-benar baik."Amerika mengerang dan bersandar kepalanya di bahuku."Kau tidak membantu sama sekali! Tidak bisa kau telah memberikukesopanan mengangguk atau sesuatu? Aku ketagihan lenganku sekelilingnyaleher dan berjalan ke ke asrama kami.Minggu berikutnya, Travis membantu dengan kertas sejarah sayadan mengajari saya dalam biologi. Kita berdiri bersama-sama pemindaiankelas papan di luar kantor Profesor Campbell. Sayanomor mahasiswa adalah tiga tempat dari atas."Ketiga tertinggi tes kelas di kelas! Nice, Pidge!"diaberkata, meremas saya. Matanya cerah dengan kegembiraandan kebanggaan, dan perasaan aneh yang membuat saya untuk mengambil langkahkembali."Terima kasih, Trav. tidak bisa melakukannya tanpa Anda," Aku berkata,menarik di kaosnya.Dia melemparkan saya atas bahunya, membuat jalanmelalui kerumunan di belakang kami. "Membuat cara! Bergerak itu, orang-orang!Mari kita membuat ruang untuk wanita miskin ini menyeramkandinodai, ginormous otak! Dia adalah seorang jenius sialan!"Saya terkikik di ekspresi geli dan penasaran sayateman sekelas.Seperti hari-hari berlalu, kami menurunkan rumortentang hubungan. Travis' reputasi membantu tenanggosip. Dia tidak pernah dikenal untuk tinggal dengan seorang gadislebih lama dari malam, sehingga semakin banyak kali kita dilihatbersama-sama, semakin banyak orang mengerti kami Platonishubungan untuk apa itu. Bahkan dengan konstanpertanyaan kami keterlibatan, aliran perhatian Travisditerima dari nya mahasiswa tidak surut.Dia terus duduk di sebelah saya dalam sejarah, dan makan dengansaya saat makan siang. Tidak butuh waktu lama untuk menyadari aku telah salahtentang dia, bahkan menemukan diriku defensif terhadap orang-orang yangtidak tahu Travis jalan yang saya lakukan.Di kantin, Travis ditetapkan dapat jus jeruk di depansaya."Anda tidak perlu melakukan itu. Aku akan ambil satu,"sayaberkata, mengelupas jaket."Yah, sekarang Anda tidak perlu," katanya, berkediplesung di pipi kiri.Brasil mendengus. "Apakah dia mengubah Anda menjadi seorang anak cabana,Travis? Apa itu berikutnya, mengipasi dia menggunakan telapak tangan pohon daun,mengenakan Speedo?"Travis menembaknya silau pembunuh, dan aku melompat ke nyapertahanan. "Anda tidak bisa mengisi Speedo, Brasil. Menutup nerakanaik."“Easy, Abby! I was kidding!” Brazil said, holding up hishands.“Just…don’t talk about him like that,” I said, frowning.Travis’ expression was a mixture of surprise andgratitude. “Now I’ve seen it all. I was just defended by a girl,”he said, standing up. Before he left with his tray, he offeredone more warning glare to Brazil, and then walked outsideto stand with a small group of fellow smokers outside thebuilding.I tried not to watch him while he laughed and talked.Every girl in the group subtly competed for the space nextto him, and America shoved her elbow in my ribs when shenoticed my attention was elsewhere.“Whatcha lookin’ at, Abby?”“Nothing. I’m not looking at anything.”She rested her chin on her hand and shook her head.“They’re so obvious. Look at the red head. She’s ran herfingers through her hair as many times as she’s blinked. Iwonder if Travis gets tired of that.”Shepley nodded. “He does. Everyone thinks he’s thisasshole, but if they only knew how much patience he hasdealing with every girl that thinks she can tame him…hecan’t go anywhere without them bugging him. Trust me;he’s much more polite than I would be.”“Oh, like you wouldn’t love it,” America said, kissing hischeek.Travis was finishing his cigarette outside the cafeteriawhen I passed. “Wait up, Pidge. I’ll walk you.”“You don’t have to walk me to every class, Travis. Itahu bagaimana menuju ke sana saya sendiri."Travis mudah teralihkan oleh seorang gadis dengan panjang, hitamrambut dan rok pendek berjalan dengan yang tersenyum padanya. Iamengikutinya dengan mata dan mengangguk arah gadis itu,melempar Rokok nya."Aku akan mengejar ketinggalan dengan Anda kemudian, Pidge.""Ya," kataku, bergulir mata saya seperti ia berlari ke gadis itusisi.