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.

was drizzling outside, but I didn't

my head as if it could cover me

The place looked amazing.

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

eyes darted around like a hawk, scanning the

saw him...or rather, I

standing a few feet away from the

were flushed

They were kissing.

passionately, and he seemed perfectly okay with

eyes widened at the sight, and I wanted to look

like a car wreck

was seeing everything in slow motion,

hand was

on his chest and they went up slowly to run across his hair.Their lips never broke apart...and

"No...!" I breathed.

sound of my voice seemed to

pulled away abruptly and turned his head straight towards

and his eyes jolted open

flooded with

can't be happening

Not again.

Not him.

Not lan...

at

stared at me and a small

too

in me, I turned to my heels and ran out of there as fast as I

"Emma!"

heard him calling out after me, but

"Emma!!!"

yelled even louder this

stopped my tracks and

rain was pouring harder and lan

as if he could barely stand on his own,

stood in front of me, I looked up

had blended with the rain falling on my face,

that?"I spoke when

he couldn't even

So I didn’t see you two kiss?"I scoffed

"What the hell, lan?"

It’s nothing you

does that even mean?"I narrowed my

for an explanation, maybe even an

he was, yelling at me? "Don’t play dumb, Emma.I know what

he snickered.

"What?"

were this pure, innocent angel,"he slurred, pausing for a moment before saying,

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

nothing

the kid living in your apartment.Well, I, for one, am not gonna stand here and be a hypocrite.I'll admit it, yeah

eyes were clouded

over me, but the next thing I knew, my hand flew across his face and connected

* I had slapped him

his chin a

eyes pierced heavily into mine like he was about to

had never looked at me

scared and I took a few steps back, but he moved in

trapped between his body

were in a smaller

raining hard and there was no

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

was pinned hard against the cold

in anticipation, knowing I

never landed on me,

to see him stepping

little and I let out a sigh

fiick out

said through

gonna

probably shouldn't do that, but I was

know why he was mad, he didn't have a reason

My anger was justified.

girl, he admitted to

did I do to deserve

"Who are you?"

choking

"This is not you,"

is me!" he