“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
pig
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.
“Jesus, Shep. You’ve got it that bad, huh?” Travis
asked, throwing a packet of ketchup at his cousin. Shepley
didn’t answer, but I smiled appreciatively at Travis for the
diversion.
America rubbed his back. “He’s going to be okay. It’s
just going to take him awhile to believe Abby is resistant to
your charms.”
“I haven’t tried to charm her,” Travis sniffed, seeming
offended. “She’s my friend.”
I looked to Shepley. “I told you. You have nothing to
worry about.”
Shepley finally met my eyes, and upon seeing my
sincere expression, his eyes brightened a bit.
“Did you study?” Travis asked me.
I frowned. “No amount of studying is going to help me
with Biology. It’s just not something I can wrap my head
around.”
Travis stood up. “C’mon.”
“What?”
“Let’s go get your notes. I’m going to help you study.”
“Travis….”
“Get your ass up, Pidge. You’re gonna to ace that test.”
I tugged on one of America’s long, yellow braids as I
passed. “See you in class, Mare.”
She smiled. “I’ll save you a seat. I’ll need all the help I
can get.”
Travis followed me to my room, and I pulled out my
study guide while he popped open my book. He quizzed
me relentlessly, and then clarified a few things I didn’t
understand. In the way that he explained it, the concepts
went from being confusing to obvious.
“…and somatic cells use mitosis to reproduce. That’s
when you have the phases. They sound sort of like a
woman’s name: Prometa Anatela.”
I laughed. “Prometa Anatela?”
“Prophase, Metaphase, Anaphase and Telophase.”
“Prometa Anatela,” I repeated, nodding.
He smacked the top of my head with the papers. “You
got this. You know this study guide backwards and
forwards.”
I sighed. “Well…we’ll see.”
“I’m going to walk you to class. I’ll quiz you on the way.”
I locked the door behind us. “You’re not going to be
mad if I flunk this test, are you?”
“You’re not going to flunk, Pidge. We need to start
earlier for the next one, though,” he said, keeping in-step
with me to the science building.
“How are you going to tutor me, do your homework,
study and train for your fights?”
Travis chuckled. “I don’t train for my fights. Adam calls
me, tells me where the fight is, and I go.”
I shook my head in disbelief as he held the paper in
front of him to ask the first question. We nearly finished a
second round of the study guide when we reached my
class.
“Kick ass,” he smiled, handing me the notes and
leaning against the door jamb.
“Hey, Trav.”
I turned to see a tall, somewhat lanky man smile at
Travis on his way into the classroom.
“Parker,” Travis nodded.
Parker’s eyes brightened a bit when he looked to me,
and he smiled. “Hi, Abby.”
“Hi,” I said, surprised that he knew my name. I had
seen him in class, but we’d never met.
Parker continued to his seat, joking with those sitting
beside him. “Who’s that?” I asked.
Travis shrugged, but the skin around his eyes seemed
tenser than before. “Parker Hayes. He’s one of my Sig
Tau brothers.”
“You’re in a frat?” I asked, doubtful.
“Sigma Tau, same as Shep. I thought you knew that,” he said, looking beyond me to Parker.
“Well…you don’t seem the…fraternity type,” I said,
eyeing the tattoos on his forearms.
Travis turned his attention to me and grinned. “My dad
is an alumn, and my brothers are all Sig Tau’s…it’s a
family thing.”
“And they expected you to pledge?” I asked, skeptical.
“Not really. They’re just good guys,” he said, flicking my
papers. “Better get to class.”
“Thanks for helping me,” I said, nudging him with my
elbow. America passed, and I followed her to our
seats.
“How did it go?” she asked.
I shrugged. “He’s a good tutor.”
“Just a tutor?”
“He’s a good friend, too.”
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 de

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

"Bagaimana Apakah Anda berakhir di sini dari Kansas?"Aku mengambil di label botol bir saya. "Kami hanya haruslolos.""Dari apa?""Saya orangtua.""Oh. Apa tentang Amerika? Dia memiliki masalah orangtua,juga?""Tidak, Markus dan Pam yang besar. Mereka praktis mengangkatsaya. Dia semacam tagged bersama; Dia tidak ingin saya untukdatang saja."Travis mengangguk. "Jadi, mengapa Timur?""Apa itu dengan tingkat ketiga?" Saya bilang. Pertanyaanhanyut dari kecil berbicara ke pribadi, dan akumulai mendapatkan tidak nyaman.Beberapa kursi mengetuk bersama sebagai tim sepak bola yang tersisakursi mereka. Mereka diperdagangkan satu lelucon terakhir sebelum merekajalan berkelok menuju pintu. Mereka kecepatan dipercepat KapanTravis berdiri. Orang-orang di belakang kelompok mendorongorang-orang di depan untuk melarikan diri sebelum Travis membuat jalan di seluruhKamar. Dia duduk, memaksa frustrasi dan kemarahanpergi.Aku mengangkat alis."Kau akan mengatakan mengapa Anda memilih Timur," iadiminta."Sangat sulit untuk menjelaskan," kataku, mengangkat bahu. "Saya kira itu hanyamerasa tepat."Dia tersenyum seperti ia membuka menu. "Saya tahu apaAnda berarti."BAB DUAbabiWajah-wajah penuh kursi meja makan siang favorit kami.Amerika duduk di satu sisi saya, Finch di sisi lain, dansisa ruang dipilih oleh Todmorden dan nyaSigma Tau brothers. Sulit untuk mendengar dengan deru rendahdi kafetaria, dan AC tampaknyapada fritz lagi. Udara terasa tebal dengan bau dari gorengfoods and sweaty skin, but somehow everyone seemed tobe more energetic than usual.“Hey Brazil,” Shepley said, greeting the man sitting infront of me. His olive skin and chocolate eyes offset thewhite Eastern Football hat pulled low on his forehead.“Missed you after the game Saturday, Shep. I drank abeer 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, blondehair.“You’re sittin’ in my chair, Brazil.”Brazil turned to see Travis standing behind him, andthen looked to me, surprised. “Oh, is she one of yourgirls, 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 thetable.Travis smiled at me as he settled into the seat. “What’sup, Pidge?”“What is that?” I asked, unable to look away from histray. The mystery food on his plate looked like a waxdisplay.Travis laughed and took a drink from his water glass.“The cafeteria ladies scare me. I’m not about to critiquetheir cooking skills.”I didn’t miss the appraising eyes of those sitting at thetable. Travis’ behavior piqued their curiosity, and I subdueda smile at being the only girl they had seen him insist onsitting by.“Ugh…that Bio test is after lunch,” America groaned.“Did you study?” I asked."Tuhan, no. aku menghabiskan malam yang meyakinkan pacar saya yangAnda tidak akan tidur dengan Travis."Para pemain sepak bola yang duduk di ujung meja kamiberhenti tertawa mereka menjengkelkan untuk mendengarkan lebih dekat,membuat siswa-siswa lain yang memperhatikan. Saya melotot Amerika,tapi dia tidak peduli dengan menyalahkan apapun, mendorong Todmordendengan bahunya."Yesus, Shep. Kau punya itu yang buruk, ya?" Travisbertanya, melemparkan sebuah paket saus pada sepupunya. Todmordentidak menjawab, tapi aku tersenyum appreciatively Travis untukpengalihan.Amerika digosok kembali. "Dia akan baik-baik saja. Memilikihanya akan membawanya sebentar untuk percaya Abby tahan terhadapAnda Jimat.""Saya belum mencoba pesona nya," Travis mengendus, tampaktersinggung. "Dia adalah teman saya."Aku melihat untuk Todmorden. "Aku mengatakannya kepadamu. Anda sudah nothing tokhawatir tentang."Todmorden akhirnya bertemu mataku, dan setelah melihat sayatulus ekspresi, mata cerah sedikit."Apakah Anda belajar?" Travis bertanya.Aku mengerutkan kening. "Tidak ada jumlah belajar akan membantu sayadengan biologi. Hal ini hanya tidak sesuatu yang saya bisa membungkus kepalakudi sekitar."Travis berdiri. "Ayo.""Apa?""Mari kita pergi mendapatkan catatan Anda. Aku akan membantu Anda belajar.""Travis...""Anda mendapatkan keledai up, Pidge. Anda akan untuk ace yang menguji."Saya menarik salah satu America's kepang panjang, kuning seperti yang sayaberlalu. "Lihat Anda di kelas, Mare."Dia tersenyum. "Aku akan menyelamatkan Anda duduk. Aku akan perlu semua bantuan sayacan get.”Travis followed me to my room, and I pulled out mystudy guide while he popped open my book. He quizzedme relentlessly, and then clarified a few things I didn’tunderstand. In the way that he explained it, the conceptswent from being confusing to obvious.“…and somatic cells use mitosis to reproduce. That’swhen you have the phases. They sound sort of like awoman’s name: Prometa Anatela.”I laughed. “Prometa Anatela?”“Prophase, Metaphase, Anaphase and Telophase.”“Prometa Anatela,” I repeated, nodding.He smacked the top of my head with the papers. “Yougot this. You know this study guide backwards andforwards.”I sighed. “Well…we’ll see.”“I’m going to walk you to class. I’ll quiz you on the way.”I locked the door behind us. “You’re not going to bemad if I flunk this test, are you?”“You’re not going to flunk, Pidge. We need to startearlier for the next one, though,” he said, keeping in-stepwith me to the science building.“How are you going to tutor me, do your homework,study and train for your fights?”Travis chuckled. “I don’t train for my fights. Adam callsme, tells me where the fight is, and I go.”I shook my head in disbelief as he held the paper infront of him to ask the first question. We nearly finished asecond round of the study guide when we reached myclass.“Kick ass,” he smiled, handing me the notes andbersandar Kusen pintu."Hei, Trav."Aku berpaling untuk melihat seorang pria jangkung, agak kurus tersenyum padaTravis perjalanannya ke dalam kelas."Parker," Travis mengangguk.Parker mata cerah sedikit ketika dia melihat saya,dan ia tersenyum. "Hai, Abby.""Hai," kataku, terkejut bahwa ia tahu nama saya. Aku punyamelihat dia di kelas, tapi kami belum pernah bertemu.Parker terus kursinya, bercanda dengan orang-orang yang dudukSelain dia. "Siapa yang itu?" Saya bertanya.Travis mengangkat bahu, tapi kulit di sekitar mata tampaktenser daripada sebelumnya. "Parker Hayes. Dia adalah salah satu saya SigTau saudara.""Kau di frat?" Saya bertanya, ragu-ragu."Sigma Tau, sama dengan Shep. Saya pikir Anda tahu bahwa,"katanya, mencari luar saya untuk Parker."Yah... tampaknya Anda tidak... jenis persaudaraan," Aku berkata,mengamati tato pada lengan nya.Travis mengalihkan perhatiannya kepada saya dan tersenyum. "Ayah sayaalumunium, dan saudara-saudara semua Sig Tau's... memilikiKeluarga hal.""Dan mereka mengharapkan Anda untuk berjanji?" Saya bertanya, skeptis."Tidak benar-benar. Mereka orang hanya baik,"katanya, menjentikkan sayakarya-karya. "Lebih baik mendapatkan kelas.""Terima kasih untuk membantu saya," kataku, mendorong dia dengan sayasiku. Amerika berlalu, dan saya mengikuti dia untuk kamikursi."Bagaimana itu pergi?" tanyanya.Aku mengangkat bahu. "Dia adalah seorang guru yang baik.""Hanya seorang tutor?""Dia adalah seorang teman baik, juga."Dia tampak kecewa, dan aku terkikik di jatuhekspresi wajahnya.Hal itu selalu menjadi impian Amerika bagi kita untuk tanggalfriends, and roommates-slash-cousins, for her, was hittingthe jackpot. She wanted us to room together when shedecided to come with me to Eastern, but I vetoed her idea,hoping to spread my wings a bit. Once she finishedpouting, she focused on finding a friend of Shepley’s tointroduce me to.Travis’ healthy interest in me had surpassed her ideas.I breezed through the test and sat on the steps outsidethe building, waiting for America. When she slumped downbeside 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 acourtesy nod or something?” I hooked my arm around herneck and walked her to our dorm.Over the next week, Travis helped with my history paperand tutored me in Biology. We stood together scanning thegrade board outside Professor Campbell’s office. Mystudent number was three spots from the top.“Third highest test grade in the class! Nice, Pidge!” hesaid, squeezing me. His eyes were bright with excitementand pride, and an awkward feeling made me to take a stepback.“Thanks, Trav. Couldn’t have done it without you,” I said,pulling on his t-shirt.He tossed me over his shoulder, making his waythrough the crowd behind us. “Make way! Move it, people!Let’s make room for this poor woman’s hideouslydisfigured, ginormous brain! She’s a fucking genius!”I giggled at the amused and curious expressions of myclassmates.As the days went by, we fielded the persistent rumorsabout a relationship. Travis’ reputation helped to quiet thegossip. He had never been known to stay with one girllonger than a night, so the more times we were seentogether, the more people understood our platonicrelationship for what it was. Even with the constantquestions of our involvement, the stream of attention Travisreceived from his co-eds didn’t recede.He continued to sit next to me in History, and eat withme at lunch. It didn’t take long to realize I had been wrongabout him, even finding myself defensive towards those thatdidn’t know Travis the way that I did.In the cafeteria, Travis set a can of orange juice in frontof me.“You didn’t have to do that. I was going to grab one,” Isaid, peeling off my jacket.“Well, now you don’t have to,” he said, flashing thedimple 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 hisdefense. “You couldn’t fill a Speedo, Brazil. Shut the hellup.”“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 de

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. "Yesus, Shep. Anda punya itu buruk, ya? "Travis bertanya, melemparkan sebungkus saus tomat di sepupunya. Shepley tidak menjawab, tapi aku tersenyum penuh penghargaan di Travis untuk pengalihan. Amerika mengusap punggungnya. "Dia akan baik-baik saja. Ini hanya akan membawanya beberapa saat untuk percaya Abby tahan terhadap pesona Anda. "" Saya belum mencoba untuk pesona nya, "Travis mendengus, tampak tersinggung. "Dia teman saya." Aku melihat ke Shepley. "Aku sudah bilang. Anda tidak perlu khawatir. "Shepley akhirnya bertemu mata saya, dan setelah melihat saya ekspresi yang tulus, matanya cerah sedikit." Apakah Anda belajar? "Travis bertanya. Aku mengerutkan kening. "Tidak ada jumlah belajar akan membantu saya dengan Biologi. Hanya saja bukan sesuatu yang saya bisa membungkus kepala saya sekitar. "Travis berdiri. "Ayo." "Apa?" "Mari kita pergi mendapatkan catatan Anda. Aku akan membantu studi Anda. "" Travis .... "" Dapatkan pantat Anda ke atas, Pidge. Kau akan ke ace tes itu. "Aku menarik pada salah satu panjang, kepang kuning Amerika seperti yang saya melewati. "Sampai jumpa di kelas, Mare." Dia tersenyum. "Aku akan menyelamatkan Anda duduk. Saya akan membutuhkan semua bantuan yang saya bisa. "Travis mengikuti saya ke kamar saya, dan saya mengeluarkan saya panduan belajar sementara ia muncul membuka buku saya. Dia menanyai saya tanpa henti, dan kemudian menjelaskan beberapa hal yang saya tidak mengerti. Dengan cara itu dia menjelaskan hal itu, konsep berubah dari membingungkan jelas. "... Dan sel somatik menggunakan mitosis untuk mereproduksi. Itu ketika Anda memiliki fase. Mereka terdengar semacam seperti nama wanita:. Prometa Anatela "Aku tertawa. "Prometa Anatela?" "Profase, Metafase, Anafase dan Telofase." "Prometa Anatela," aku mengulang, mengangguk. Dia memukul bagian atas kepala saya dengan kertas. "Anda punya ini. Anda tahu panduan belajar ini ke belakang dan ke depan. "Aku mendesah. "Yah ... kita lihat saja." "Aku akan memandu Anda ke kelas. Saya akan kuis Anda di jalan. "Aku mengunci pintu belakang kami. "Kau tidak akan menjadi gila jika saya gagal tes ini, kan?" "Kau tidak akan gagal, Pidge. Kita harus mulai lebih awal untuk yang berikutnya, meskipun, "katanya, tetap langkah dengan saya ke gedung ilmu." Bagaimana kau akan mengajari saya, melakukan pekerjaan rumah Anda, studi dan kereta api untuk perkelahian Anda? "Travis tertawa . "Saya tidak melatih untuk perkelahian saya. Adam memanggil saya, memberitahu saya di mana pertarungan, dan aku pergi. "Aku menggeleng tak percaya saat ia memegang kertas di depannya untuk mengajukan pertanyaan pertama. Kami hampir selesai putaran kedua panduan belajar ketika kami mencapai saya kelas. "Jurus pantat," dia tersenyum, menyodorkan catatan dan bersandar di kusen pintu. "Hei, Trav." Aku berbalik untuk melihat tinggi, agak kurus Pria tersenyum pada Travis dalam perjalanan ke dalam kelas. "Parker," Travis mengangguk. mata Parker cerah sedikit ketika dia melihat saya, dan dia tersenyum. "Hai, Abby." "Hai," kataku, terkejut bahwa ia tahu nama saya. Saya telah melihat dia di kelas, tapi kami belum pernah bertemu. Parker terus kursinya, bercanda dengan mereka yang duduk di sampingnya. "Siapa itu?" Tanya saya. Travis mengangkat bahu, tapi kulit di sekitar matanya tampak tegang dari sebelumnya. "Parker Hayes. Dia salah satu saya Sig saudara Tau. "" Kau di frat sebuah? "Saya bertanya, ragu-ragu." Sigma Tau, sama seperti Shep. Saya pikir Anda tahu itu, "katanya, mencari di luar saya untuk Parker." Yah ... Anda tampaknya tidak dengan ... jenis persaudaraan, "kataku, melirik tato di lengan bawahnya. Travis mengalihkan perhatiannya kepada saya dan tersenyum. "Ayah saya adalah alumn, dan saudara-saudara saya semua Sig Tau ini ... itu adalah hal yang keluarga." "Dan mereka mengharapkan Anda untuk menjaminkan?" Saya bertanya, skeptis. "Tidak juga. Mereka hanya orang-orang yang baik, "katanya, menjentikkan saya kertas. "Lebih baik ke kelas." "Terima kasih telah membantu saya," kataku, menyenggol dia dengan saya siku. Amerika berlalu, dan saya mengikutinya ke kami kursi. "Bagaimana hasilnya?" Tanyanya. Aku mengangkat bahu. "Dia guru yang baik." "Hanya seorang tutor?" "Dia teman yang baik, juga." Dia tampak kecewa, dan saya tertawa di jatuh ekspresi di wajahnya. Ini selalu menjadi impian Amerika bagi kita sampai saat ini teman-teman , dan teman sekamar-slash-sepupu, baginya, memukul jackpot. Dia ingin kita ke kamar bersama-sama ketika ia memutuskan untuk datang dengan saya untuk Timur, tapi saya diveto idenya, berharap untuk menyebarkan sayap saya sedikit. Setelah dia selesai cemberut, dia berfokus pada menemukan teman Shepley untuk memperkenalkan saya untuk. Kepentingan sehat Travis 'dalam diriku telah melampaui ide-idenya. Aku melenggang melalui tes dan duduk di tangga di luar gedung, menunggu untuk Amerika. Ketika ia merosot ke bawah di samping saya dalam kekalahan, saya menunggu dia untuk berbicara. "Itu mengerikan!" Serunya. "Anda harus belajar bersama kami. Travis menjelaskan dengan sangat baik. "Amerika mengerang dan menyandarkan kepalanya di bahu saya." Kau tidak membantu sama sekali! Kau tidak bisa memberi saya mengangguk sopan atau sesuatu? "Aku ketagihan lenganku di sekelilingnya leher dan berjalan nya ke asrama kami. Selama minggu depan, Travis membantu dengan kertas sejarah saya dan saya diajari di Biologi. Kami berdiri bersama-sama mengamati papan kelas di luar kantor Profesor Campbell. Saya nomor siswa adalah tiga tempat dari atas. "Ketiga tes tertinggi kelas di kelas! Bagus, Pidge! "Ia berkata, meremas saya. Matanya cerah dengan kegembiraan dan kebanggaan, dan perasaan canggung membuat saya untuk mengambil langkah kembali. "Terima kasih, Trav. Tidak bisa melakukannya tanpa Anda, "kataku, menarik pada t-shirt. Dia melemparkan saya di atas bahunya, membuat jalan melalui kerumunan di belakang kami. "Membuat jalan! Memindahkannya, orang! Mari kita membuat ruang untuk menyeramkan wanita malang ini rusak, otak ginormous! Dia jenius sialan! "Aku tertawa di ekspresi geli dan ingin tahu dari saya teman sekelas. Seperti hari-hari berlalu, kami menerjunkan rumor gigih tentang sebuah hubungan. Reputasi Travis 'membantu untuk menenangkan gosip. Dia tidak pernah dikenal untuk tinggal dengan seorang gadis lebih lama dari malam, sehingga semakin kali kami melihat bersama-sama, semakin banyak orang mengerti platonis kami hubungan untuk apa itu. Bahkan dengan konstan pertanyaan dari keterlibatan kami, aliran perhatian Travis yang diterima dari rekan-eds tidak surut. Dia terus duduk di sebelah saya dalam Sejarah, dan makan dengan saya saat makan siang. Tidak butuh waktu lama untuk menyadari bahwa saya telah salah tentang dia, bahkan menemukan diri defensif terhadap orang-orang yang tidak tahu Travis cara yang saya lakukan. Di kantin, Travis mengatur sekaleng jus jeruk di depan saya. " Anda tidak perlu melakukan itu. Saya akan ambil satu, "aku berkata, mengupas jaket saya." Nah, sekarang Anda tidak perlu, "katanya, flashing lesung di pipi kirinya. Brasil mendengus. "Apakah dia mengubah Anda menjadi seorang anak cabana, Travis? Apa yang berikutnya, mengipasi dirinya dengan daun pohon palem, mengenakan Speedo? "Travis menembaknya silau membunuh, dan aku melompat ke nya pertahanan. "Anda tidak bisa mengisi Speedo sebuah, Brasil. Menutup neraka up. "" Mudah, Abby! Aku bercanda! "Brazil mengatakan, mengangkat nya tangan." Hanya ... jangan bicara tentang dia seperti itu, "kataku, mengerutkan kening. Ekspresi Travis 'adalah campuran dari kejutan dan rasa syukur. "Sekarang saya sudah melihat semuanya. Aku hanya de