After sitting in my car for more mi

After sitting in my car for more minutes than I cared to admit, I was calm enough to drive.

The entire time it took me to get home and stalk up my front porch I had several versions of internal conversations with K.C. and choice monologues directed at Jared, including all of my favorite expletives. The more I talked to myself, the more pissed I got. Screaming, crying, stomping on some bubble wrap—they all sounded good right now.

What was she thinking? Even if Jared had smooth-talked her, was it worth hurting her best friend over?

I now guessed what Jared’s move was. He was trying to turn my friend against me. K.C. was very aware of what Jared had done to me, but he had gotten to her. He brought it to her attention that her boyfriend was cheating and then swooped in to pick up the pieces. How else could she be so weak-minded?

She needed to know Jared was using her. But how the hell could I tell her that?

Keeping myself busy so I wouldn’t do anything stupid, I finished my Calculus homework, completed the assigned reading for Government, and cleaned out the refrigerator and cabinets of expired food. After I’d exhausted myself with enough chores so that I’d finally stopped talking to myself, I walked upstairs to take a bath.

About an hour after I’d gotten out of the tub, the whir of Jared’s motorcycle sounded down our street. I leapt out of bed to spy through the window. Noticing that the clock read midnight, I calculated that it’d been three hours since I’d seen him with K.C.

Three fucking hours! What’d they been doing?

He arrived home alone. That was good, at least.

As he pulled into his driveway, I noticed the headlights of another vehicle coming to an abrupt stop in front of his house. Jared hopped off his bike and removed his helmet but kept it secured in his hand. He raced to the curb to meet the car’s occupants. The driver and his passenger had already vacated the car and met up with Jared toe to toe.

What’s this?

Jared towered over them, not only in height but in build. He had been tall at fourteen, and by now he had to exceed six feet. Judging by the way he got in their faces, these guys were not his friends.

I opened the double doors to get a better view. Jared waved the helmet in the space between them, and the other guys were yelling and trying to advance in his face. I caught the words “fuck you” and “get over it.” They continued to bark at each other, loudly and intrusively.

It was hard to catch my breath all of a sudden. Their argument seemed to be getting out of control. Should I call the cops?

As much as they pushed into his space, Jared didn’t retreat. The odds were against him though. Shit, Jared. Just get out of there.

One of the men pushed him, and I flinched. Reacting, Jared got in the guy’s face and pushed into him with his body until the guy was forced to back up.

At that moment, Madoc’s GTO sped down the street to a screeching halt. As soon as the strangers saw him hop out of his car and run in their direction, they started throwing punches at Jared. He lost hold of his helmet, and it slammed to the ground.

Jared charged one of the guys, and they dropped to ground level looking like an MMA fight. Each boy rolled on the lawn, jabbing and belting.

Snatching my phone off the bed, I raced out of my room and down the stairs. Pulling open the drawer to the entryway table, I grabbed the Glock-17 my father instructed I keep there when I was home alone.

I clutched the door knob. Call the cops or go outside? This would be over before the cops got here. Screw it.

I swung open the door and stepped onto the porch. The boys were all on Jared’s front lawn, with Madoc and Jared straddling their opponents, punching them into oblivion. My heart pounded at the display, but I couldn’t look away. The sense of urgency that made me run outside lessened when I realized Jared was winning.

Mesmerized by the fight happening in front of me, I blinked when I heard Jared’s disgusted howl. His opponent, an older, tattooed guy, had pulled out a knife and sliced his arm. I ran down the stairs, gun in hand, in time to see Jared dive for his helmet and hit the guy over the head with it. The other guy crumpled to the ground, moaning and blood dripping off his forehead. The knife lay on the grass at his side. Jared stood up, hovering over the nearly-unconscious guy.

Madoc pounded his fist one more time into his opponent’s gut, and swinging him over his shoulder, he dumped him onto the ground near his Honda.

Jared left his opponent bloody and barely moving on the ground, while he squeezed his left bicep. The arm of his black hoodie was blood-soaked and glistened where he’d been cut. My worried eyes shot to the hand on that arm. A steady red stream dripped off his fingertips. I had a brief impulse to go and help him but resisted. The kindness would only be thrown back in my face. He and Madoc would need trips to the ER, but as it was a school night, Jared’s mom should be home.

Walking over to the Honda, Jared raised his helmet above his head and brought it down with a deafening crash on the windshield. Again, he repeated the action, smashing the windshield again and again until it was shattered beyond usefulness.

Heading back towards the house, Jared stopped by the man on the ground. “You’re not welcome at the Loop anymore.” His voice was low and strained. His tone was eerily calm.

I could do nothing but stand there, paralyzed with shock at the scene I’d just witnessed.

As Madoc bent to pick up the second guy, his attention snapped to me. “Jared,” he warned. Jared, following his gaze, turned his eyes on me.

A little too late, I realized I was standing with a gun…in the open…in my underwear. My Three Days Grace t-shirt and red boy shorts covered me, but they were tight. My feet were bare, and my hair hung loose down my back. The Glock secured tightly in my right hand hung at my side with the safety on. Was the safety on? Yes, the safety was on…I think.

Madoc was bleeding from the nose, no doubt broken again, but he grinned at me. Jared looked…dangerous. He studied me, his dark eyes and severe brow making me feel more exposed than I already felt. His hands clenched into fists, while his gaze traveled warily down my body and then to the gun in my hand. I could feel the energy coming off him in heat waves.

Ugh, I’m a stupid girl! Had I really wanted to help him?

I cocked my eyebrow and pursed my lips in an effort to look annoyed. What an asshole to bring this drama to our street! Turning, I walked quickly up my porch steps and slammed the front door behind me.

Taking the gun to my bedroom that night, I wasn’t sure what I was protecting myself from. A damn gun wasn’t going to keep those brown eyes out of my dreams.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

Setelah duduk di mobil saya selama menit lagi daripada aku peduli untuk mengakui, aku cukup tenang ke drive.Seluruh waktu saya untuk mendapatkan rumah dan tangkai up teras depan saya butuh aku punya beberapa versi internal percakapan dengan K.C. dan pilihan monolog diarahkan pada Jared, termasuk semua Expletives favorit saya. Semakin saya berbicara untuk diriku sendiri, semakin marah aku. Berteriak-teriak, menangis, menghentakkan kaki pada beberapa bungkus gelembung — semuanya terdengar baik sekarang.Apa yang ia berpikir? Bahkan jika Jared halus-berbicara padanya, apakah itu layak menyakiti sahabatnya atas?Aku kini menduga apa Jared's langkah ini. Ia mencoba untuk mengubah teman saya terhadap saya. K.C. adalah sangat menyadari apa yang Jared telah dilakukan untuk saya, tetapi ia telah mendapat kepadanya. Dia membawanya ke perhatian bahwa pacarnya kecurangan dan kemudian menukik untuk mengambil potongan-potongan. Bagaimana lagi dia bisa begitu berpikiran lemah?Dia perlu tahu Jared menggunakan nya. Tapi bagaimana bisa saya mengatakan kepadanya bahwa?Menjaga diri sibuk sehingga saya tidak akan melakukan apa pun bodoh, saya selesai saya PR kalkulus, selesai membaca ditugaskan untuk pemerintah, dan dibersihkan dengan lemari es dan lemari kedaluwarsa makanan. Setelah aku telah lelah diriku dengan cukup tugas sehingga aku akhirnya berhenti berbicara untuk diriku sendiri, aku berjalan ke lantai atas untuk mandi.Sekitar satu jam setelah aku sudah keluar dari bak mandi, deru motor Jared's terdengar jalan kami. Aku melompat dari tempat tidur untuk memata-matai melalui jendela. Memperhatikan bahwa jam membaca tengah malam, saya menghitung bahwa sudah tiga jam sejak saya telah melihatnya dengan K.C.Tiga jam sialan! Apa telah mereka melakukan?Dia tiba di rumah sendirian. Itu bagus, setidaknya.Saat ia ditarik ke jalan Nya, saya melihat lampu dari kendaraan lain datang tiba-tiba berhenti di depan rumahnya. Jared melompat turun sepedanya dan dihapus helm tetapi tetap aman di tangannya. Ia berlari ke pinggir jalan untuk memenuhi mobil penumpang. Pengemudi dan penumpang nya telah dikosongkan mobil dan bertemu dengan Jared kaki ke kaki.Apa ini?Jared menjulang mereka, tidak hanya tinggi tetapi dalam membangun. Ia telah setinggi empat belas tahun, dan sekarang ia harus melebihi enam kaki. Menilai oleh cara dia mendapat di wajah mereka, orang-orang itu tidak teman-temannya.Aku membuka pintu ganda untuk mendapatkan pandangan yang lebih baik. Jared melambaikan helm di ruang antara mereka, dan orang lain yang berteriak-teriak dan berusaha untuk maju di wajahnya. Aku menangkap kata-kata "fuck you" dan "get over it." Mereka terus menggonggong saling, keras dan intrusively.Itu sulit untuk menarik napas semua dari sudden. Argumen mereka tampaknya semakin luar kendali. Haruskah saya menelepon polisi?Sebanyak yang mereka didorong ke ruang, Jared tidak mundur. Kemungkinan yang melawan dia meskipun. Sial, Jared. Hanya keluar dari sana.Salah satu orang mendorong dia, dan aku meraba. Bereaksi, Jared mendapat di wajah orang dan didorong ke dia dengan tubuhnya sampai orang terpaksa kembali ke atas.Pada saat itu, Utica di GTO melaju di jalan ke sebuah melengking berhenti. Segera orang asing melihat dia melompat keluar dari mobil dan berjalan di arah mereka, mereka mulai melemparkan pukulan di Jared. Dia kehilangan memegang helm, dan membanting ke tanah.Jared dikenakan salah satu orang, dan mereka jatuh ke permukaan tanah yang tampak seperti MMA berkelahi. Setiap anak digulung di halaman, menusuk dan belting.Menyambar telepon saya dari tempat tidur, aku berlari keluar dari kamar dan menuruni tangga. Menarik terbuka laci ke tabel pintu masuk, aku menyambar Glock-17 ayah saya memerintahkan saya menjaga di sana ketika saya rumah sendirian.Saya mencengkeram kenop pintu. Memanggil polisi atau pergi ke luar? Ini akan lebih dari sebelum polisi tiba di sini. Sekrup.Aku mengayunkan buka pintu dan melangkah ke beranda. Anak-anak itu semua pada halaman depan Jared's, dengan Utica dan Jared mengangkangi lawan-lawan mereka, memukul mereka terlupakan. Hatiku berdebar di layar, tapi saya tidak bisa melihat jauh. Rasa urgensi yang membuat saya berjalan di luar berkurang ketika saya menyadari Jared menang.Terpesona oleh perang terjadi di depan saya, saya berkedip ketika aku mendengar Jared's howl jijik. Lawannya, seorang pria yang lebih tua, bertato, telah mengeluarkan pisau dan iris lengannya. Aku berlari menuruni tangga, senapan di tangan, pada waktunya untuk melihat Jared menyelam untuk helm dan memukul orang kepalanya dengan itu. Orang lain kusut ke tanah, mengerang dan darah menetes dari dahinya. Pisau berbaring di atas rumput di sisinya. Jared berdiri, melayang di atas orang hampir tidak sadar.Utica ditumbuk tinjunya sekali lagi menjadi lawannya usus, dan berayun dia atas bahu-nya, ia mencampakkannya ke tanah di dekat Honda nya.Jared kiri lawannya berdarah dan nyaris tidak bergerak di tanah, sementara ia diperas bicep kiri nya. Lengan hoodie nya hitam berlumuran darah dan glistened mana ia telah dipotong. Mataku khawatir menembak ke tangan pada lengan itu. Aliran merah menetes off nya jari. Aku punya suatu dorongan singkat untuk pergi dan membantu dia tapi menolak. Kebaikan hanya akan dilemparkan kembali di wajahku. Ia dan Utica akan memerlukan perjalanan ke UGD, tetapi seperti itu sekolah malam, Jared's Ibu harus rumah.Berjalan ke Honda, Jared mengangkat helm di atas kepalanya dan membawanya dengan kecelakaan yang memekakkan telinga di kaca depan. Sekali lagi, ia mengulangi tindakan, menghancurkan kaca depan lagi dan lagi sampai itu terpecah melampaui kegunaan.Menuju kembali ke rumah, Jared dihentikan oleh laki-laki di tanah. "Anda tidak diterima di Loop lagi." Suaranya rendah dan tegang. Nada nya adalah menakutkan tenang.Aku bisa melakukan apa-apa tapi berdiri di sana, lumpuh dengan syok di tempat kejadian yang baru saja menyaksikan.Seperti Utica membungkuk untuk mengambil orang kedua, perhatiannya tersentak kepadaku. "Jared," ia memperingatkan. Jared, berikut dengan tatapan, berbalik matanya pada saya.Sedikit terlambat, aku sadar aku berdiri dengan senapan... di tempat terbuka... dalam pakaian saya. Saya tiga hari rahmat t-shirt dan merah celana pendek anak ditutupi saya, tapi mereka yang ketat. Kakiku yang telanjang, dan rambut saya menggantung longgar ke punggungku. Glock diamankan erat di sebelah kananku digantungkan di sisiku dengan keselamatan. Adalah keselamatan? Ya, keselamatan adalah pada... Saya rasa.Utica berdarah dari hidung, tidak diragukan lagi pecah lagi, tetapi ia tersenyum padaku. Jared tampak... berbahaya. Ia belajar saya, mata gelap dan alis parah yang membuat saya merasa lebih terbuka daripada aku sudah merasa. Tangannya mengepalkan ke tinju, sementara tatapan bepergian warily tubuh saya dan kemudian ke pistol di tanganku. Aku bisa merasakan energi yang datang dari dia dalam gelombang panas.Ugh, aku seorang gadis yang bodoh! Aku benar-benar ingin membantu dia?Aku mengokang alis saya dan diburu bibirku dalam upaya untuk terlihat kesal. Apa bajingan untuk membawa drama ini ke jalan kami! Memutar, aku berjalan cepat langkah-langkah Beranda saya dan membanting pintu depan di belakang saya.Mengambil pistol ke kamarku malam itu, aku tidak yakin apa yang saya adalah melindungi diri dari. Pistol sialan tidak akan menjaga mata cokelat dari impian saya.