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

as if it could cover me from the

The place looked amazing.

these big windows all around and you could see everything inside, all the people

eyes darted around like a hawk, scanning the area for signs

then I saw him...or

were standing a few feet away

flushed against each

They were kissing.

kissing him hungrily and passionately,

I wanted to look away,

was like a car wreck that you couldn't

everything in slow

hand was on

hands were on his chest and they went up slowly to run across his hair.Their lips

"No...!" I breathed.

of my voice seemed to

away abruptly and turned

met and his eyes jolted open

was flooded

be happening

Not again.

Not him.

Not lan...

in his spot, looking at

and a

too painful

me, I turned to my

"Emma!"

out after me, but I didn’t turn

"Emma!!!"

yelled even

stopped my tracks and

pouring harder and lan was staggering

barely stand on his own,

me, I looked up

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

when

think,"he looked lost, he couldn't even

you two kiss?"I

"What the hell, lan?"

you

mean?"I narrowed my

waiting for an explanation, maybe even

"Don’t play dumb,

he snickered.

"What?"

saw it coming.I thought you were this pure, innocent angel,"he slurred, pausing for a moment before saying, "But

 I was frozen in shock.He called me a

got nothing to

your apartment.Well, I, for one, am not gonna stand

were clouded with

came over me, but the next thing I knew, my hand

* I had slapped him across

for a second, rubbing his chin a little, and then

pierced heavily into mine like he was about

had never looked at me like

suddenly got scared and I took a few steps back, but he moved in on me and

trapped between his body and the tall wall behind

were in a smaller street,

was raining hard and there

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

pinned hard against the cold concrete and lan’s hand

shut in anticipation, knowing I would feel

on me, it stood still in

eyes to see him stepping

a little and I let out

the fiick

said through

not gonna

do that, but I was

mad, he

My anger was justified.

another girl, he admitted to

did I do to deserve

"Who are you?"

said, choking back the

"This is not you,"

is me!"