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

hand above my head as if it could cover me from

The place looked amazing.

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

eyes darted around like a hawk, scanning

saw him...or

lan were standing a few feet away from the

faces were flushed against

They were kissing.

hungrily and passionately, and he seemed

sight, and I wanted to look

car wreck that

in slow motion,

was on

up slowly to run across his hair.Their lips never

"No...!" I breathed.

my voice seemed to have caught

and turned his head

met and his eyes jolted open

was flooded with

be happening

Not again.

Not him.

Not lan...

was frozen in his spot, looking at Ally with a confused

a small smirk played on

was too painful to

me, I turned to my heels and ran out of

"Emma!"

calling out after me, but I didn’t turn

"Emma!!!"

yelled even louder this

my tracks and

rain was pouring harder and

if he could barely stand on his

front of me, I

my face, it was

was that?"I spoke when he didn’t say a

lost, he couldn't

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

"What the hell, lan?"

you

mean?"I narrowed my

was waiting for an explanation, maybe

"Don’t play dumb, Emma.I know what

he snickered.

"What?"

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

shock.He called

got nothing to say?"he

gonna stand here and be a hypocrite.I'll

eyes were clouded with anger and

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

had slapped him

chin a little, and then he looked

mine like he was about to kill

never looked at me like

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

trapped between his body and the tall

smaller street, almost

was raining hard and there was no one

eyes, hoping he would stop moving, but

body was pinned hard against the cold concrete and

in anticipation,

never landed on me, it stood still in

opened my eyes to see him

and I let out a sigh of

fiick

said through

You're not gonna hit me?" I

that, but I was

was mad, he didn't have a

My anger was justified.

kissing another girl, he admitted to kissing another

did I do to deserve

"Who are you?"

choking back

"This is not you,"

me!"