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

pretty damn thin,"he said as he knocked

being so loud last night and Tristan was

my god...don’t

used to it.I lived next to my sister my entire life.It's the same thing,"he

I am so sorry you had to endure

to cover my

was it,

on the face

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

you lunch, will you erase last night

dinner and you got yourself

"Fine!" I breathed.

a word of this ever again, especially

innocently and

need to remember I have roommates now.I can’t just have crazy bunny sex with Ian around the apartment without a care in the

birthday fiasco and Ian and I made up, everything was

to do, but he always made sure to make some

was starting to

a major by the end

Sophie and Tristan pushed me to attend some of

on campus and Tristan was working in

all these clubs would give Aa SA im het me an idea of what I would

with the cooking club, and I got two words

learn cooking various cuisines, but I was also able

Sophie loved

my passion so I stopped attending

a lot of insight

bit of Japanese and got into K- Pop for a bit.I also enjoyed

and wine, so fancy!

school, I was on the swim team and I did

varsity teams at UPenn, and I didn't wanna commit to it

me was mostly for exercising

a few times because

writer or a journalist like him, but I did enjoy print media because I

visual arts, so he put me in charge

it at first, but I came to enjoy working

be visually appealing, but also catchy and has a

little bit of social life, and

and I would make time during the

every week, but we'd meet

least once

would alternate on who goes

was my turn to go visit him

time for each

of the time, but about

for a day, we would

was Saturday morning and I was getting ready

train to the city

the

cute white sweater and my black leggings and I completed the look

the apartment, when suddenly I heard yelling from Tristan’s

She

year "You don’t know the whole

Tristan clapped back.

anyone who takes

"I am not!"

"You are too!"

was open, so it wasn’t hard for me to take a peek

was standing in front of him with her hands on her

air was

none of your business, Soph!"

my brother so your business is

said cautiously with

"Nothing," Tristan muttered quickly.

"Emmie, good, you're here,"

said as she turned to me, "You can settle this for

is it?" I

for me to come in and

of Tristan, and he just rolled his head back

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