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.

you can

heard everything.These walls are pretty damn thin,"he said as he knocked on

so loud last night and Tristan was sleeping in the

god...don’t tell

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

am so sorry you had to endure

as my hand went to cover my

night long.What was

my god!"I slapped myself on the face out of sheer

least you're still apologetic.Sophie would just gloat," Tristan laughed again as he made his way to the

you lunch, will you erase last night from

got yourself a

"Fine!" I breathed.

of this ever

grinned innocently and kept

now.I can’t just have crazy bunny sex with Ian around the apartment without a care in the world.I need to maintain some type

birthday fiasco and Ian and I made

do, but he always made sure to make some time

was starting to

have to declare a

and Tristan pushed me to attend some of the student clubs

the Korean Society on campus

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

cooking club, and I got two words for you:

that I got to learn cooking various cuisines, but

and Sophie loved

passion so I stopped

lot of insight on

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

out cheese and wine, so fancy! I also joined

in high school, I was

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

sports team for me was

I visited the school newspaper a few times because Tristan insisted

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

a good eye for visual arts, so

at first, but I came to enjoy working

only be visually appealing, but also catchy and has a

all these clubs plus my afternoon classes, a little bit of social life, and a decent amount of sleeping hours, my schedule

I would make time during the

but

at least once

alternate on who

my turn to go visit him in

were great at making time for each other.We've learned a lot from

about the quantity of the

if it was only for a day, we would drop everything and

was Saturday morning and I was getting

taking the 11 AM train to the city and grab lunch

the air outside was

and my black leggings and I completed the look with

apartment, when suddenly I heard yelling from Tristan’s

She

"You don’t know the whole

Tristan clapped back.

You're my brother and I'll kill anyone who takes advantage of

"I am not!"

"You are too!"

wasn’t hard for me to

standing in front of him

in the air was thick

none of your business, Soph!"

your business is

here?" I said cautiously with

"Nothing," Tristan muttered quickly.

"Emmie, good, you're here,"

can

is it?" I

come in and

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

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