Teacher's Girl (Aflyingwhale)

Chapter 91: Parisian Romance 

EMMA’s POV : For the first time in eight months, I typed his name into a google search.

A few things came up.

There was an article in The New Yorker about the gallery’s grand opening.

The article praised the exhibition, calling it a creative space for international contemporary art lovers.

There was also a picture of lan and Ally, standing together in front of the gallery with Mayor de Blasio.

They were smiling from ear to ear.

They sure made a great looking couple.

That was painful to see.

The article even called them ' the power duo’, New York's hottest art lovers.

I put my phone down and immediately regretted my decision.

I should have never googled an ex.

Ever.

But I was stubborn.

After my friends went back to the States, I was alone in my apartment again and I was forced to deal with my feelings.

There were still a few days left in the holiday, so I had no excuse to be busy with school or the internship.

In my desperate, boredom stage, I ended up googling his name again.

This time, I found Ally’s social media page.

lan had deleted his Instagram profile ages ago, right around when we started dating.

He wanted to keep himself and his activities hidden from the world.

He also never liked the idea of social media in the first place.

But finding Ally’s Instagram page was like finding a land mine.

Her page was filled with pictures of her and lan.

Ian looked...great, of course.

His hair was longer and his jaw was scruffier.

He wore a lot of suits now and he looked amazing in them.

His tattoos would peak out of his collar and I remembered how much I enjoyed running my fingers through his inked skin.

Ugh! I need to stop! We just entered a new year and this year my resolution was to stop pining over my long lost love.

Stalking his girlfriend’s instagram page wasn't gonna help my case.

I threw my stupid phone on the bed groaned into a pillow.

I'm so pathetic! I can’t keep living like this! I have to do something! Suddenly, I was hit with an idea.

I grabbed my phone again and stared blankly at the screen for a few seconds.

Not wanting to overthink things anymore, my finger tapped the screen several times and I got right to work.

This was probably not one of my brightest moments.

I just download Tinder.

For a while, all I did in that app was swipe people.

Swiping left, swiping right, it was just something to entertain myself.

I wasn’t in any mood to find love, especially not on Tinder in a foreign land.

I was just bored, honestly.

And looking at these guys’ faces on my screen was a safe way to remind myself that there are other people out there.

There could still be a future for me after lan Hayes.

Sometimes the guys I matched with would send me messages and they could be flattering.

They were a great confidence boost, and I would leave it at that.

But some days when I got super bored, I ended up replying to their messages.

I didn't think of much of it.

I only downloaded the app for fun anyway.

But after talking to several guys for a few weeks, the idea of meeting one of them seemed enticing.

"I don’t have to marry the guy, I’m just looking for friends,"

I said to myself.

So one day in early March, I agreed to go on a date with this guy, Olivier.

seemed like a sweet guy with beautiful eyes, and we bonded over our love of

bar not too far

about online dating that I quickly learned was that people were not what they

his pictures and he seemed like a genuine guy on the phone, but as soon as we met that night, all he wanted to

to say, it

this date thinking that ms nA im his it

France famous for? No, not the French fries, they

was talking about the

in France was more than

were more than willing

noticed that French men were

course, there were masculine French men in the city, but

side more openly than guys

their feminine side were often

vocal about their love for

about being too forward or mushy, they only did what

my throat

I don't think

as I pushed Olivier by

I gathered my purse and

"Something wrong?"he asked.

ask, I don’t even know where to begin.I smiled politely at him and said, "Sorry, I'm just not into

to say another word, I turned to my heels and walked out of

and I didn’t feel like walking

suddenly a tall guy in messy dirty blonde

"Tough night, eh?"he greeted.

"Excuse me?"

could use some of this,"he lent out a pack of cigarettes to me, and I

good, thank

"You are an American?"

"Yes,"

state are

"Georgia originally,"

thought you're from

"Only ten I see?"

I laughed drily.

at the lameness

English was pretty good even though his accent was

"What's your name?"he asked.

"Emma,"

Emma.I’m Elliott Jacques,"he put his hand out to me

about to pull away, however, he held onto it

was tension in the

being drop-dead gorgeous, what do you for a living?"he said after

of college.I'm on an exchange program,"I

my mistake.I thought

"Why?"

narrowed my eyes at

every time I look at you, everyone else

but laugh

"Are you always this...cheesy?"

You're the one who's made of

"What?"

you're looking

"Stop!"

rolled my eyes

keep

both said

and we smiled appreciatively at each

moment, like we both somehow

Uber pulled up in front of

I have to

"Wait, before you go,"

you want me to take you out to dinner.Just smile for yes or

was funny

to respond to that,

did agree on getting dinner with him and he did get my

with Olivier at that bar, I hadn't been on a proper date

a date since we

last time I went out on a proper

surprisingly a very sweet

we got dinner at this romantic restaurant by

I found out that

a walk along the river

asked if he could hold my hand and I

old guy asking to hold my

I went to the

we got to the garden,

it, he calmly responded with, "I keep looking at your because

kiss that

the garden at

a short,

feeling I wouldn't forget it

our third date, we took a day trip to

beautiful area with a castle, historical towns, vineyards, and

Elliott kept raving about this glass of

lips, parting my mouth open with the tip of his tongue, and a slurp of wine poured into

was very smooth with

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