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.

eyes, and

this bar not too far from my

quickly learned was that people were

but as soon as we met

it

date thinking that

it, what is France famous for? No, not the French fries,

talking about

in France was

was like an art form, and French people were more than willing to indulge

that French men were

in the city, but

side

men showing their feminine side were often considered gay or

guys were more vocal about their love

being too forward or mushy, they only did what

my

yeah, okay, no, sorry, I don't think this gonna

said as I pushed Olivier by his

looked at me in confusion as I gathered my purse and

"Something wrong?"he asked.

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

to say another word, I turned to my heels

was late at night and I didn’t feel like walking home alone, so I decided to get an

Uber in front of the bar, when suddenly a tall guy in messy dirty blonde hair and

"Tough night, eh?"he greeted.

"Excuse me?"

saw you inside.From the looks of it, you 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 you

"Georgia originally,"

you're from

"Only ten I see?"

I laughed drily.

at the

was pretty good even though his

"What's your name?"he asked.

"Emma,"

put his hand out to me and I

was about to pull away, however, he held onto it a

was tension in the air,

do you for

still in my third year of college.I'm on an exchange program,"I said, sounding as

mistake.I thought you

"Why?"

my eyes

I look

help but laugh a

"Are you always this...cheesy?"

one who's

"What?"

you're looking

"Stop!"

rolled my eyes

can keep

both said this joke

again and we

like we both

in front of the bar and I took a step towards

ride, I have to

"Wait, before you go,"

me to take

funny

that, so

agree on getting dinner with him and he did

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

a date since we mostly stayed in his apartment and

honestly couldn't remember the last time I went

a very

first date, we got dinner at this romantic restaurant

we were having dinner, I found out that

me? Anyway, we took a walk along the river after dinner and we talked about everything from music

if he could hold

year old guy asking

the Carnavalet Museum and took

got to the garden, so the place looked extra

him about it,

kiss

garden

a

I

we took a

a beautiful area with a castle, historical towns,

Elliott kept raving about this glass

if I could try it and he proceeded with kissing me on the lips, parting my mouth open

was very smooth with

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