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 of Harry

to meet at this bar not too

about online dating that I quickly learned was that people were

looked nice in his pictures and he seemed like a genuine guy on the phone, but as soon as we met that night, all he wanted to do was to shove his

it wasn’t

naive going into this date thinking that ms nA im his it

for? No, not the French fries, they were actually

was talking about the

in France was more

were more than willing to indulge in

French men were

in the city, but I was talking

to embrace their feminine side

side were

more vocal about

or mushy, they only did

shoving their uninvited tongue down my throat did

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

as I pushed

I gathered my purse and stood up

"Something wrong?"he asked.

smiled politely at him and said, "Sorry, I'm just not into

word, I turned to my heels and walked out

was late at night and I didn’t feel like walking

when suddenly a tall guy in messy

"Tough night, eh?"he greeted.

"Excuse me?"

lent out a pack of cigarettes to me, and I shook my head

I’m good, thank

"You are an American?"

"Yes,"

state are you

"Georgia originally,"

thought you're from Tennessee.Because

"Only ten I see?"

I laughed drily.

and we laughed at the lameness of that

French guy, his English was pretty good even

"What's your name?"he asked.

"Emma,"

put his hand out to me

I was about to pull away, however,

in the air,

me, aside from being drop-dead gorgeous, what do you for a living?"he said after a while of

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

thought

"Why?"

narrowed my eyes at

time I look at you, everyone else

help but

"Are you always this...cheesy?"

one who's made of

"What?"

looking Gouda

"Stop!"

my

I can keep going all

what she said,"we both said

met again and we

like we both

in front of the

my ride, I have

"Wait, before you go,"

"Don’t tell me if you want me

funny

how to respond to that, so I just

I did agree on getting dinner with him and

on a proper date with a guy other

a date since we

the last time I went

a

our first date, we got dinner at this romantic restaurant by

dinner, I found out that

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

asked if he could hold my hand and

was something so nice about a twenty five year old guy asking to hold my hand instead

the Carnavalet Museum and took

the time we got to the garden, so the place looked extra

I confronted him about it, he calmly responded with, "I keep

did kiss that

the garden

a short,

I wouldn't

took

a castle, historical towns,

kept raving about

on the lips, parting my mouth open

was very smooth with

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