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,

it could cover me from the rain, I walked

The place looked amazing.

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

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

him...or rather, I

were standing a few feet away from

flushed

They were kissing.

passionately, and

eyes widened at the sight, and I wanted to look

car wreck that you couldn't

seeing everything in slow motion, every little

hand was

his chest and they went up slowly to

"No...!" I breathed.

of my voice seemed

pulled away abruptly and turned his head straight towards

his

was flooded with

can't be

Not again.

Not him.

Not lan...

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

at me and a small smirk played

was too

strength I had left in me, I turned to my heels and

"Emma!"

after me, but I didn’t

"Emma!!!"

even louder

stopped my tracks

harder and lan

if he could barely

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

falling on my face, it

spoke when he didn’t

he couldn't even look at me in

you

"What the hell, lan?"

you

mean?"I narrowed my eyes at

waiting for an explanation,

"Don’t play dumb, Emma.I know

he snickered.

"What?"

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

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

nothing to say?"he

the kid 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

clouded with

thing I knew, my hand

* I had slapped

for a second, rubbing his chin a little,

pierced heavily into mine like

never looked at me like this

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

between his body and the

smaller

hard and there was no

eyes, hoping he would stop

body was pinned hard against the cold concrete

shut in anticipation, knowing I would feel the

never landed on me, it

my eyes to

body slumped down a little and I let out a sigh of

the fiick

said through gritted

You're not gonna hit me?"

probably shouldn't do that, but

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

My anger was justified.

girl, he admitted to kissing

I do to deserve this?

"Who are you?"

said, choking back the

"This is not you,"

is me!" he