Teacher's Girl (Aflyingwhale)

Chapter 79: Friendly Fire 

EMMA’s POV : 

"What's that?"

Tristan asked as he saw me putting up a painting on my bedroom wall.

"A birthday slash housewarming gift from Ian,"I replied.

Ian spent the night last night, but he had to return to the city early this morning.

I was sore and tired from our late night sessions, I ended up sleeping until late.

That afternoon, I woke up to a USPS delivery guy ringing my doorbell and giving me this big framed thing wrapped in brown paper.

On the wrapping was also a card and it said: Dearest Emma, Since I can’t bring you to the gallery just yet, I’m bringing a small piece of the gallery to you.

Happy sweet nineteen, my love.

So grateful you came into the world because you make my world better every day.

All my heart and soul, Ian.

Ian sent me a painting of his original work, titled Paint The Town Red.

On the painting were a skyline of New York City and a silhouette of a girl standing in the middle of it all.

Everything was in black and white except for the girl and the umbrella she was carrying and it was bright red.

After hanging the painting on my bedroom wall, I stood in front of it for a couple of minutes just staring at it and wondering what it meant.

"I'm assuming this painting’s about you?"

Tristan stood next to me and tilted his head to the side, studying the painting.

"I guess so?"

"What do you think it means?"

"I'm not too sure.I've been staring at it for the past fifteen minutes.The title is Paint The Town Red, but the town is in black and white..."

I had texted Ian thank you for the gift and he asked me if I liked it or not.

I told him of course I loved it, and then he asked me if I knew what the painting meant.

I wanted to say yes, but I had been staring at it for a while now and I had no clue.

"I think I know what it means,"

Tristan said suddenly.

"What?"I turned to him quickly.

"The only thing that’s red is the girl with the umbrella.That’s the town, not the actual building,"

 "What?"

"The town...the place...or maybe his home is her, not the city itself,"

"Wow..."

I paused for a moment as the realization hit me.

What Tristan said was true.

I was calling me his world, this is what the painting meant.

"Damn, Tristan, that’s some observation skills you got there,"I went to grab my phone and texted Ian right away.

I wrote to him: "Am I red? Am I your world?"

Seconds later, he texted back: "Bingo.I knew you'd get it, you're such a smarty-pants,"I was smiling to myself as I read his text.

Even though I wasn’t the one who figured it out, I shamelessly took the compliment.

"So, your boyfriend painted this? He’s a great artist,"Tristan said again, he was still admiring the painting.

"Yeah, he is,"I nodded.

"I'm assuming last night went pretty well?"Tristan said with a sly smirk.

can say

I don’t have to ask.I've heard everything.These walls are pretty damn thin,"he said as

shot up instantly.I was being so loud last night and Tristan was sleeping

god...don’t

next to my sister my entire life.It's the same thing,"he laughed and

so sorry you had to

my hand went to cover my mouth, "I

long.What was it, like,

myself on the

at least you're still apologetic.Sophie would just gloat," Tristan laughed again as he

you lunch, will you erase

lunch and dinner and you got yourself a

"Fine!" I breathed.

not a word of this ever

grinned innocently and

crazy bunny sex with Ian around the apartment without a care

birthday fiasco and Ian and I made up, everything was right

always made sure to make

I was starting to

have to declare a major by the end

Tristan pushed me to attend some of the student clubs

on campus and

a bad idea.Joining all these clubs would give Aa SA im het me an idea

with the cooking club, and I

various cuisines, but I was also able to bring home free food

Sophie loved

cooking wasn’t my passion so I stopped attending the club after a

some cultural clubs and it gave me a lot of insight on diversity and

Pop for a bit.I also enjoyed old movie

cheese and wine, so

school, I was

was good enough for the varsity teams at UPenn, and I didn't

me

visited the school newspaper a few times because Tristan insisted that I go check

journalist like him, but I did enjoy print media because I loved

I had a good eye for visual arts, so he put

but I came

not only be visually appealing, but also catchy and has a strong

bit of social life, and a decent amount of sleeping hours, my

and I would make time during

week, but we'd meet

least once

alternate on

my turn to go visit him

time for each other.We've learned a lot

wasn’t about the quantity of the time, but

see each other, even if it was only for a day, we would drop everything and

Saturday morning and I was getting

to the city and grab lunch with Ian by the

the air outside was a

put on this cute white sweater and my black leggings and I

apartment, when suddenly I heard yelling

told you! She

"You don’t know the

Tristan clapped back.

my brother and I'll kill anyone

"I am not!"

"You are too!"

wasn’t hard

bed while Sophie was standing in front of him with her hands

tension in the air was thick and

none of your

brother so your business is my

on here?" I said

"Nothing," Tristan muttered quickly.

"Emmie, good, you're here,"

as she turned to me, "You can settle

is it?"

motioned for me to come in and

in front of Tristan, and he just rolled his head back in

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