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

everything.These walls are pretty damn thin,"he

so loud last night and

god...don’t

my sister my entire

sorry

cover my mouth, "I didn’t think you'd

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

slapped myself on the face out of

apologetic.Sophie would just gloat," Tristan laughed

you lunch, will you erase last

and you got yourself a deal,"he was totally milking

"Fine!" I breathed.

a word of this ever again, especially not

grinned innocently and kept

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

I made up, everything was right

still busy had a lot of work to do, but he always made sure to make some time for me despite his

started however, I was starting

sophomore, I would have to declare a major by the

Sophie and Tristan pushed me to attend some of the student

on campus and Tristan was working in the school

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

with the cooking club, and I got two

only that I got to learn cooking various cuisines, but I was also able to bring home

Sophie loved

passion so I stopped attending the club after

and it gave me a lot of insight on diversity and the

of Japanese and got into K- Pop for a bit.I also enjoyed old movie nights at the French

cheese and wine, so fancy!

in high school, I was on the swim team and

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

the sports team for me was mostly for exercising and good

times because Tristan insisted that

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

that I had a good eye for visual arts, so he put me in charge of the advertisement section in the

at first, but I came

be visually appealing, but also catchy and

all these clubs plus my afternoon classes, a little bit of social life,

during the weekend to go

every week, but we'd meet once every two

at least once a

on

turn to go visit

at making time for each other.We've learned a

of the time, but about the

a day, we would drop everything

morning and I was getting ready to

11 AM train to the city and grab

the

sweater and my black leggings and I completed

just about to leave the apartment, when suddenly I heard yelling from Tristan’s

She was just

voice was loud and year "You don’t

Tristan clapped back.

I'll kill anyone who takes advantage of you.You're too

"I am not!"

"You are too!"

wasn’t hard for

was sitting on his bed while Sophie was standing in front of

tension in the air was thick and

of your business,

brother so your

here?" I said cautiously with my head peeking

"Nothing," Tristan muttered quickly.

"Emmie, good, you're here,"

as she turned to me, "You can settle

is it?" I

for me to come in and I

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

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