I rounded the corner to see America

I rounded the corner to see America standing with Finch
outside our dormitory. The three of us ended up at the
same table at freshman orientation, and I knew he would be
the welcome third wheel to our well-oiled machine. He
wasn’t excessively tall, but still he towered over my five feet,
four inches. His round eyes offset his long, lean features,
and his bleached hair was usually fashioned into a spike at
the front.
“Travis Maddox? Jesus, Abby, since when did you
start fishing in the deep end?” Finch said with
disapproving eyes.
America pulled the gum from her mouth in a long
string. “You’re only making it worse by brushing him off.
He’s not used to that.”
“What do you suggest I do? Sleep with him?”
America shrugged. “It’ll save time.”
“I told him I’d come over tonight.”
Finch and America traded glances.
“What? He promised to quit bugging me if I said yes.
You’re going over there tonight, right?”
“Well, yeah,” America said. “You’re really coming?”
I smiled and walked past them into the dorms,
wondering if Travis would make good on his promise not to
flirt. He wasn’t hard to figure out; he either saw me as a
challenge, or safely unattractive enough to be a good
friend. I wasn’t sure which bothered me worse.
Four hours later, America knocked on my door to take
me to Shepley and Travis’. She didn’t hold back when I
walked into the hall.
“Yuck, Abby! You look homeless!”
“Good,” I said, smiling at my ensemble. My hair was
piled on top of my head in a messy bun. I had scrubbed the
makeup from my face and replaced my contacts with
rectangular black-rimmed glasses. Sporting a ratty t-shirt
and sweatpants, I shuffled along in a pair of flip flops. The
idea had come to me hours before that either way,
unattractive was the best plan. Ideally, Travis would be
instantly turned off and stop his ridiculous persistence. If he
was looking for a buddy, I was aiming for too homely to be
seen with.
America rolled down her window and spit out her gum.
“You’re so obvious. Why didn’t you just roll in dog shit to
make your outfit complete?”
“I’m not trying to impress anyone,” I said.
“Obviously.”
We pulled into the parking lot of Shepley’s apartment
complex, and I followed America to the stairs. Shepley
opened the door, laughing as I walked in. “What happened
to you?”
“She’s trying to be unimpressive,” America said.
America followed Shepley into his room. The door
closed and I stood alone, feeling out of place. I sat in the
recliner closest to the door, and kicked off my flip flops.
Their apartment was more aesthetically pleasing than
the typical bachelor pad. The predictable posters of halfnaked
women and stolen street signs were on the walls, but
it was clean, the furniture was new, and the smell of stale
beer and dirty clothes was notably absent.
“It’s about time you showed up,” Travis said, collapsing
onto the couch.
I smiled and pushed my glasses up the bridge of my
nose, waiting for him to recoil at my appearance. “America
had a paper to finish.”
“Speaking of papers, have you started the one for
history, yet?”
He didn’t bat an eye at my messy hair, and I frowned at
his reaction. “Have you?”
“I finished it this afternoon.”
“It’s not due until next Wednesday,” I said, surprised.
“I just plugged it out. How hard can a two page essay
on Grant be?”
“I’m a procrastinator, I guess,” I shrugged. “I probably
won’t start on it until this weekend.”
“Well, if you need help just let me know.”
I waited for him to laugh, or to show some sign that he
was joking, but his expression was sincere. I raised an
eyebrow. “You’re going to help me with my paper.”
“I have an A in that class,” he said, a bit miffed at my
disbelief.
“He has A’s in all his classes. He’s a freakin’ genius. I
hate him,” Shepley said as he led America into the living
room by the hand.
I watched Travis with a dubious expression and his
eyebrows shot up. “What? You don’t think a guy covered in
tats and that trades punches for a living can get the
grades? I’m not in school because I have nothing better to
do.”

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

Aku dibulatkan sudut untuk melihat Amerika berdiri dengan Finchdi luar asrama kami. Kami bertiga berakhir diMeja yang sama di orientasi mahasiswa baru, dan aku tahu dia akanSelamat datang roda ketiga kami mesin diminyaki. Iatidak terlalu tinggi, tapi masih dia menjulang di kaki lima,empat inci. Matanya bulat mengimbangi fitur nya lama, ramping,dan rambutnya dikelantang biasanya dibuat menjadi sebuah paku diBagian depan."Travis Maddox? Yesus, Abby, sejak Kapan kaumulai Memancing di deep end?" Finch mengatakan denganumumnya mata.Amerika ditarik permen karet dari mulutnya panjangstring. "Anda hanya membuatnya lebih buruk dengan menyikat dia.Dia telah tidak digunakan untuk itu.""What do you suggest saya lakukan? Tidur dengan dia?"Amerika mengangkat bahu. "Itu akan menghemat waktu.""Saya mengatakan padanya aku akan datang malam ini."Finch dan Amerika diperdagangkan pandang."Apa? Dia berjanji akan berhenti menggangguku jika aku berkata ya.Anda akan di sana malam ini, kan?""Yah, ya," America berkata. "Anda benar-benar datang?"Aku tersenyum dan berjalan melewati mereka ke asrama,bertanya-tanya jika Travis akan membuat baik pada janjinya tidakbermain-main. Ia tidak sulit untuk mengetahui; Dia juga melihat saya sebagaitantangan, atau aman cukup menarik untuk menjadi yang baikteman. Saya tidak yakin yang menggangguku lebih buruk.Empat jam kemudian, Amerika mengetuk pintu untuk mengambilsaya untuk Todmorden dan Travis'. Dia tidak terus kembali ketika sayaberjalan ke ruang."Yuck, Abby! Kau tampak tunawisma!""Baik," Aku berkata, tersenyum pada ansambel saya. Rambut sayaditumpuk di atas kepala saya di disanggul berantakan. Aku telah menggosokMakeup dari wajahku dan digantikan kontak saya dengankacamata berbingkai hitam persegi panjang. Olahraga t-shirt usangdan celana olahraga, saya berjalan sepanjang dalam sepasang sandal jepit. Theide datang kepada saya jam sebelum yang baik cara,menarik adalah rencana terbaik. Idealnya, Travis akanlangsung dimatikan dan berhenti kegigihan konyol. Jika iamencari seorang teman, saya membidik terlalu sederhana untuk menjadidilihat dengan.Amerika digulung ke bawah jendelanya dan meludahkan karet nya."Kau begitu jelas. Mengapa Anda tidak hanya roll di kotoran untuk anjingmembuat pakaian Anda menyelesaikan?""Saya tidak berusaha untuk mengesankan orang," kataku."Jelas."Kami menarik ke tempat parkir Todmorden di apartemenkompleks, dan saya mengikuti Amerika ke tangga. Todmordenmembuka pintu, tertawa saat aku berjalan in. "apa yang terjadiuntuk Anda?""Dia mencoba menjadi kurang menarik," kata Amerika.Amerika diikuti Todmorden masuk ke kamar. Pintuditutup dan aku berdiri sendirian, merasa tidak pada tempatnya. Aku duduk dimalas terdekat ke pintu, dan kicked off saya sandal jepit.Apartemen mereka adalah lebih estetis daripadapad khas sarjana. Poster diprediksi dari halfnakedperempuan dan tanda-tanda jalan yang dicuri berada di dinding, tetapiitu bersih, perabotan baru, dan bau basibir dan pakaian kotor tidak terutama hadir."Sudah waktunya Anda muncul," kata Travis, runtuhke sofa.Saya tersenyum dan mendorong kacamata saya sampai jembatan sayahidung, menunggu dia untuk mundur di penampilan saya. "Amerikapunya kertas untuk menyelesaikan.""Berbicara tentang makalah, Apakah Anda mulai satu untuksejarah, belum?"Ia tidak kelelawar mata rambutku berantakan, dan aku mengerutkan kening direaksinya. "Apakah Anda?""Aku selesai itu sore ini.""Hal ini tidak jatuh tempo sampai Rabu depan," kataku, terkejut."Aku hanya terpasang keluar. Seberapa keras dua halaman esaimengenai pemberian menjadi?""Aku seorang procrastinator, kurasa," Aku mengangkat bahu. "Saya mungkintidak akan mulai di atasnya sampai akhir pekan ini.""Yah, jika Anda memerlukan bantuan just let me know."Aku menunggu dia untuk tertawa, atau untuk menunjukkan beberapa tanda bahwa iasedang bercanda, tetapi ekspresinya tulus. Aku mengangkatalis. "Anda akan membantu saya dengan kertas saya.""Saya memiliki di kelas," katanya, agak jengkel pada sayakekafiran."Dia punya A di semua kelas nya. Dia adalah seorang jenius freakin '. Sayamembenci dia,"kata Todmorden saat ia memimpin Amerika ke dalam hidupKamar dengan tangan.Saya menyaksikan Travis dengan ekspresi yang meragukan dan nyaalis terangkat. "Apa? Anda tidak berpikir bahwa seorang pria yang tercakup dalamtato dan bahwa perdagangan pukulan untuk hidup bisanilai? Saya tidak di sekolah karena tak ada yang lebih baiklakukan."