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.

sweet guy with beautiful eyes,

agreed to meet at this bar

quickly learned was that people were not what

but as soon as we met that night, all he wanted to do was

to say, it wasn’t a

into this date thinking that ms nA im his it

is France famous for?

about

in France was more than an

form, and French people were more than willing to

that French

masculine French men in the

side more

feminine side were often considered gay

were more vocal about their

forward or mushy, they only did what they

down my throat did not scream

no, sorry, I don't think

said as I pushed Olivier by

confusion as I gathered my purse and

"Something wrong?"he asked.

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

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

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

front of the bar, when suddenly a

"Tough night, eh?"he greeted.

"Excuse me?"

use some of this,"he lent out a pack of

I’m good,

"You are an American?"

"Yes,"

are you

"Georgia originally,"

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

"Only ten I see?"

I laughed drily.

we laughed at the lameness

pretty good even though

"What's your name?"he asked.

"Emma,"

Elliott Jacques,"he put his hand

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

in the

do

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

my mistake.I thought you

"Why?"

my eyes at

look at you, everyone

help but laugh a

"Are you always this...cheesy?"

one

"What?"

you're looking

"Stop!"

rolled my eyes

can keep

said,"we both said

we smiled appreciatively

like we

that moment, my Uber pulled up in front of the

I have to

"Wait, before you go,"

my tracks, pausing for a second before saying, "Don’t tell me if you want me to take you out to

funny yet

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

of that night, I did agree on getting dinner with him and he did get

that bar, I hadn't been on a proper date with a guy other than lan since I

as going on a date since we mostly stayed in his apartment and made

remember the last time

was surprisingly a very sweet

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

having dinner, I found out that

along the river after dinner and

he could hold my hand and I let

twenty five year old guy asking to hold my hand instead

went to the

to the garden, so the

it, he calmly responded

did kiss that

the garden

a short, sweet

feeling I wouldn't forget it that

our third date, we took a

was a beautiful area with a castle,

wine tasting in the vineyard and Elliott kept raving

kissing me on the lips, parting my mouth open with the tip of his

very smooth

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