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

ask.I've heard everything.These walls are pretty damn

so loud last night and Tristan

god...don’t

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

sorry you

went to cover my mouth, "I didn’t think

night long.What was it, like, five sessions?"he

my god!"I slapped myself on

gloat," Tristan laughed again as he made his way to the

I buy you lunch, will you erase

and dinner and you got

"Fine!" I breathed.

word of this ever again, especially

innocently and kept

with Ian around the apartment without a

made up,

do, but he always made sure to make some time for me despite his busy

I was starting to

to declare a major by

and Tristan pushed me to

Korean Society on campus

wasn't a bad idea.Joining all these clubs would give Aa SA im het me an idea of what I would like to

started with the cooking club, and

various cuisines, but I

Sophie

wasn’t my passion so I stopped

I joined some cultural clubs and it gave me a lot of insight on diversity and the different cultures of the

got into K- Pop for a

out cheese and wine, so

back in high school, I was on the

good enough for the varsity teams at UPenn, and I

sports team for me was

a few times because Tristan insisted that I go

wasn't much of a writer or a journalist like him, but I did enjoy

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

admit it at first, but I came to enjoy working for the

be visually appealing, but also catchy and has

my afternoon classes, a little bit of social life, and a decent amount of

would make time during the

but we'd meet once

at least once a

would alternate on who goes

my turn to go visit him

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

quantity of the

only for a day, we would drop everything and

and I was

AM train to the city and grab lunch with Ian by

late October, so the

put on this cute white sweater and my black leggings and I completed the look with my knee-length

was just about to leave the apartment, when suddenly I heard yelling from

told you! She was just using

"You don’t know the whole story.Just butt

Tristan clapped back.

anyone who takes advantage of you.You're too nice,

"I am not!"

"You are too!"

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

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

the air was

your business, Soph!" Tristan

brother so your business is my

here?" I said

"Nothing," Tristan muttered quickly.

"Emmie, good, you're here,"

me, "You can

is it?" I

to come

her in front of Tristan, and he

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