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

don’t have to ask.I've heard everything.These walls are pretty damn thin,"he said as he knocked on the wall a few

up instantly.I was being so loud last night and

god...don’t tell

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

sorry you had

cover my mouth, "I didn’t think you'd

was it, like,

myself on the

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

you erase

lunch and dinner and you got

"Fine!" I breathed.

word of this ever

grinned innocently

sex with Ian around the apartment without

my birthday fiasco and Ian and I made up,

always made

school started however, I was starting to get

to declare a major by the end

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

the Korean Society on

all these clubs would give Aa SA im het

cooking club, and I got two

cuisines, but I was also able to bring home free

and Sophie

wasn’t my passion so I stopped

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

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

gave out cheese and wine, so

I was on the

for the varsity teams at UPenn, and

joining the sports team for me was mostly for exercising and good

newspaper a few times because Tristan

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

arts, so he put me

didn't wanna admit it at first, but I came to enjoy working for

learned that a good ad should not only be visually appealing, but

little bit of social life, and a decent amount of

and I would make time during the

meet every week, but we'd meet once every two

at least once a

on

to go

time for each other.We've learned a lot from

about the quantity of the time, but about

a day, we would drop everything and

was Saturday morning and I was

train to the city

was late October, so the air outside was a

sweater and my black leggings and I

was just about to leave the apartment, when suddenly

She was just using

"You don’t

Tristan clapped back.

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

"I am not!"

"You are too!"

bedroom door was open, so it wasn’t hard for

standing

in the air

your business, Soph!"

so your business is

what’s going on here?" I said cautiously with my head peeking

"Nothing," Tristan muttered quickly.

"Emmie, good, you're here,"

can settle this

it?" I

for me to come in and

was standing next to her in front of Tristan, and he just

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