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

if it could cover me from the rain, I walked closer

The place looked amazing.

inside, all the people and the many beautiful paintings hanging on the

darted around like a hawk, scanning the

saw him...or rather, I

lan were standing a few feet away from the

faces were flushed against each

They were kissing.

passionately, and he seemed perfectly okay

widened at the sight, and I wanted to look away, but I

like a car wreck

in slow motion,

was on her

they went up slowly to

"No...!" I breathed.

of my voice seemed to have caught

pulled away abruptly and turned his head straight towards

gaze met and his eyes jolted open in

flooded with

be happening to

Not again.

Not him.

Not lan...

 Ian was frozen in his spot, looking at Ally

at me and a small

too

I turned to my heels and ran out of there as

"Emma!"

after me, but

"Emma!!!"

even louder this

tracks and turned

was pouring harder and lan was staggering towards

barely stand

me, I looked up at him, waiting for him to

rain falling on my

when he didn’t

he couldn't even look at me in

not what I think? So I didn’t see you

"What the hell, lan?"

you

mean?"I narrowed

waiting for an

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

he snickered.

"What?"

pausing for a moment before saying, "But turns out, you're

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

nothing to say?"he

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

clouded with anger

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

had slapped him

looked away for a second, rubbing his chin

pierced heavily into mine like

had never looked at

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

body

smaller

raining hard and there was no one

eyes, hoping he would stop

against the cold

my eyes shut in anticipation,

on me, it

my eyes to

down a little and I let

fiick

said through

not gonna hit me?" I

shouldn't do that, but I

why he was mad, he didn't

My anger was justified.

saw him kissing another girl, he admitted to

I do to deserve

"Who are you?"

choking back the

"This is not you,"

is me!" he