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.

beautiful eyes, and we

at this bar not too far from my apartment

quickly learned

as soon as we met that night, all he

to say, it wasn’t

into this date thinking that

famous for? No, not the French fries, they

about the

France was more than an

form, and French people were more than willing

that French

were masculine French men in the city, but I was

their feminine side more openly than

feminine side were

guys were more vocal about their love

or mushy, they only

my throat

sorry, I don't

pushed Olivier by his

I gathered

"Something wrong?"he asked.

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

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

like walking home

bar, when suddenly a tall guy in messy dirty blonde hair and bright blue

"Tough night, eh?"he greeted.

"Excuse me?"

of this,"he lent out a

good,

"You are an American?"

"Yes,"

are you

"Georgia originally,"

from Tennessee.Because you're the

"Only ten I see?"

I laughed drily.

and we laughed at the lameness

was pretty good even

"What's your name?"he asked.

"Emma,"

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

I was about to pull away, however, he

in the

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

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

thought

"Why?"

narrowed my eyes

I look at you, everyone else

couldn’t help but laugh

"Are you always this...cheesy?"

the one

"What?"

you're looking

"Stop!"

my eyes at

can keep going

she said,"we both said this

again and we smiled appreciatively at each other’s

moment, like we

Uber pulled up in front of the bar and

my ride, I

"Wait, before you go,"

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

was funny yet

to respond to that, so I just said, "You're

at the end of that night, I did agree on getting

the weird meet-up with Olivier at that bar, I hadn't been on a proper date with a

going on a date since we mostly stayed in his

remember the last time I went out on a

a very

dinner at this

we were having dinner, I found out that he was actually

Anyway, we took a walk along the

he could hold

old guy asking

the Carnavalet

by the time we got to the garden, so the place

about it, he calmly responded with, "I keep looking at your because it’s so beautiful and I

did kiss that

garden

just a short,

I had a feeling I wouldn't forget

third date, we took a day

with a castle,

did a wine tasting in the vineyard and Elliott kept raving about this glass of wine being

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

was very

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