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.

guy with beautiful eyes, and we bonded over our love

at this bar

about online dating that I quickly learned

the phone, but as soon as we met that night, all he wanted

it wasn’t a great

date thinking that ms nA im

for? No, not the French

was talking about the

was

and French people were more

French men

were masculine French men in the city, but

tended to embrace their feminine side more openly than

side

France, guys were more vocal about their

didn’t care about being too forward or mushy, they only did what they

down my throat did

sorry, I don't think this gonna

as I pushed Olivier by his

looked at me in confusion as I

"Something wrong?"he asked.

gee, if you have to ask, I don’t even know where to begin.I smiled

say another word, I turned to my heels and

I didn’t feel like walking home alone, so I

suddenly a tall guy in messy dirty blonde hair

"Tough night, eh?"he greeted.

"Excuse me?"

of it, you could use some of this,"he lent out a pack

good, thank

"You are an American?"

"Yes,"

state are

"Georgia originally,"

I thought you're from Tennessee.Because you're the

"Only ten I see?"

I laughed drily.

laughed at the lameness of

his English was pretty good

"What's your name?"he asked.

"Emma,"

his hand out to me and I

away, however, he held onto it a

in the air,

drop-dead gorgeous, what do you

still in my third year of college.I'm on

thought you are a

"Why?"

my

time I look at you, everyone

couldn’t help but

"Are you always this...cheesy?"

the one

"What?"

you're looking

"Stop!"

rolled my eyes

I can keep going

both

and we smiled

weird moment, like we both somehow

Uber pulled up in front of the

ride, I

"Wait, before you go,"

pausing for a second before saying, "Don’t tell me if you want me to take you out to dinner.Just smile for yes or kick me

funny yet

didn't know how to respond to that,

I did agree on getting dinner with him

hadn't been on a proper

going on a date since we mostly

honestly couldn't remember the last time I went out on a

surprisingly a

we got dinner at

were having dinner, I found out that he

along the river after dinner and we talked about everything from music

he could hold my hand and I

nice about a twenty five year old guy asking to hold my hand instead of shoving their tongue down my

went to the Carnavalet Museum and took a

was sunset by the time we got to the garden, so the place looked

face a lot throughout the day and when I confronted him about it, he calmly responded with, "I keep looking at your because

kiss that

garden

just a short,

I had a feeling I wouldn't forget it that

we took a day trip to

a beautiful area with a castle, historical towns,

vineyard and Elliott kept raving about this glass of wine being the best

parting my mouth open

very smooth with

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