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

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

being so loud last night and Tristan was sleeping in the

god...don’t tell

next to my sister my entire life.It's

I am so sorry you had to

went to cover my mouth,

long.What was it,

slapped myself on

just gloat," Tristan laughed again as

buy you lunch, will you

got yourself a deal,"he was totally

"Fine!" I breathed.

not a word of this ever

grinned innocently and

roommates now.I can’t just have crazy bunny sex with Ian around the apartment

made up, everything was right

a lot of work to do, but he always made sure to

however, I was starting to

I would have to declare a major by the end of this

pick my major, Sophie and Tristan pushed me to attend some of the student

member of the Korean Society on campus and

SA im het me an idea of what I would

club, and I

learn cooking various cuisines, but I was also able

and Sophie

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 the different cultures

got into K- Pop for

so fancy! I also

pretty active back in high school, I was on

teams at UPenn, and I didn't

sports team for me was

the school newspaper a few times because Tristan insisted that I

a writer or a journalist like him, but I

had a good eye for visual arts, so he put me in charge of

first, but I came

that a good ad should not only be visually appealing, but also catchy and has a

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

time during the weekend

week, but we'd meet once every

least once a

alternate on who goes

week it was my turn to go visit him in

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

the quantity of the time, but about

even if it was only for a day, we

Saturday morning and I was getting ready to

the 11 AM train to the city and grab lunch with Ian by the Grand

October, so the air

white sweater and my black leggings and I completed the look

the apartment, when suddenly

you! She

loud and year "You don’t know the whole

Tristan clapped back.

kill anyone

"I am not!"

"You are too!"

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

standing in front of him with her hands

in the air was thick

none of your business, Soph!"

brother so your business is my

said cautiously with

"Nothing," Tristan muttered quickly.

"Emmie, good, you're here,"

to me, "You can settle this for us once and for

is it?" I

for me to come in and I

Tristan, and he just rolled his head

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