Teacher's Girl (Aflyingwhale)

EMMA’s POV : 

lan hadn't texted or called for days.It had been days.

Almost a week since that email and phone call debacle.I knew I asked for space, but I didn’t know it was gonna be like this.I tried texting him once, but it wasn’t even delivered.I tried calling, but it never went through.

It was like he turned his phone off purposefully.Or maybe he blocked me? That couldn't be true.We were in a fight, sure, but he wouldn't do that to me.Something was definitely not right.

Today was lan’s gallery's soft launch and even though I wasn’t coming to it, I thought at least he’d call and tell me about it.

This was the longest Ian and I had gone without communication.

And though I was the one who asked for it, I hated every second of it.

I did, however, end up applying for the Paris program and I would hear the result within a week.

There was a small interview that I did for it yesterday, and my interviewer was positive that I would be a good fit for the program.That was a good sign.

I was happy, but I wasn’t too happy due to the circumstances.

I wanted to tell lan about it, but I couldn't.

This whole taking time apart thing was a stupid idea.

With every day that passed, I felt my heart sink lower and lower.

I wanted to talk to him, even just to hear him yell at me, I would take it.

But now I couldn't even reach him.

What was he doing? Was he still mad at me? Or was this his way of teaching me a lesson? Enough was enough.

After a week of this torture, I couldn't take it anymore.

It was a Saturday night and although I should be studying for my finals, I ended up pulling my coat and boots out of my closet, ready to go.

"Hey, you going somewhere?"

Tristan asked when he saw me running across the living room haphazardly.

"Yeah.New York City,"

I said simply and I didn’t stop moving.

I was putting my boots on and my coat on at the same.

"Right now?"

"Enough is enough, I can’t study and I can't concentrate.I can’t live like this, I have to talk to him," I stated.

Tristan was about to say something, but I didn’t wait.

I grabbed my purse from the kitchen counter and headed straight out the door.

I was running as fast as I could.

As soon as I stepped out of the apartment, I saw a taxicab and waved at it energetically.

Taking the cab to the station, I told the driver to step on it.

I wanted to make the next train out, which was in fifteen minutes.

The sooner I could see him, the sooner we could make up and put this stupid thing behind us.I felt so dumb for what I did.I should have been more open and communicative.I shouldn't have kept him in the dark.

 "No matter what happens, we'll work it out,"

I remembered he promised me once.

"No matter what happens, we'll work it out,"

I said to myself as if it was a mantra.

The taxi driver probably thought I was crazy, but I didn't care.

I wanted to make sure I remember those words.

That would be the first thing I tell him when I see him tonight.

After getting off the Grand Central station, I took another cab towards lan’s gallery.

It was 9.30 PM and his soft launch started an hour ago.

He was probably still there.

When the cab pulled up in front of the gallery, my heart was racing so fast, I felt like it was gonna burst right out of my chest.

I paid the driver and stepped outside quickly.

rain was drizzling outside, but I

hand above my head as if it could cover

The place looked amazing.

all around and you could see everything inside, all the people and the many beautiful paintings hanging on

darted around like a hawk, scanning the area for signs

him...or rather,

were standing a

flushed against

They were kissing.

passionately, and he seemed perfectly okay

sight, and I wanted to

a car wreck that you couldn't

in slow motion, every little

was on her

went up slowly to run across his hair.Their lips never

"No...!" I breathed.

of my voice seemed to

and turned his

gaze met and his eyes

was flooded

can't be

Not again.

Not him.

Not lan...

in his spot, looking at Ally with a confused look on

stared at me and a small smirk played on

too painful

turned to my heels and ran out of

"Emma!"

heard him calling out after me, but I didn’t

"Emma!!!"

even

stopped my tracks and turned

and lan was

as if he could barely stand on

stood in front of me, I looked up at him, waiting for him

the rain falling on my face, it was hard to tell which was

was that?"I spoke when he

he couldn't even look

see you two kiss?"I scoffed and pushed him

"What the hell, lan?"

nothing you haven't done!"he

that even mean?"I narrowed my

was waiting for an explanation, maybe

"Don’t

he snickered.

"What?"

were this pure, innocent angel,"he slurred, pausing for a moment before saying, "But turns out, you're just like everybody else.You're a fiicking

in shock.He called me a what...?

nothing to say?"he

living in your apartment.Well, I, for one, am not gonna stand here and be a hypocrite.I'll admit it, yeah I kissed her.I fiicking did.But so what? What are

were clouded with

the next thing I knew, my hand flew across his face and

* I had slapped him across the

his chin a little, and then he looked

mine like he was about

at me like this

I took a few steps back, but he moved in on me and boxed

between his body and the tall wall

were in a smaller street, almost

there was

up at him with pleading eyes, hoping he would stop moving, but he

pinned hard against the

shut in anticipation, knowing I would feel the pain

on me,

to

and I let out

the fiick out of

said through

gonna hit me?" I

that, but I was angry

was mad, he didn't have a reason

My anger was justified.

kissing another girl, he admitted

did I do to deserve

"Who are you?"

said, choking back the

"This is not you,"

is me!" he