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

ask.I've heard everything.These walls are pretty damn thin,"he said as he knocked on the

so loud last night and Tristan was sleeping

my god...don’t tell

my sister my entire life.It's the same

so sorry you

to cover my mouth, "I didn’t

long.What was

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

gloat," Tristan laughed

you lunch, will you erase last

it lunch and dinner and you got yourself a

"Fine!" I breathed.

word of this ever

grinned innocently and

sex with Ian around the apartment without a care in the world.I

and Ian and I made up, everything was right

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

I was

declare a major by the

and Tristan pushed me

Korean Society on campus and Tristan was working in the

would give Aa SA im het me an idea

the cooking club, and I got two words

I got to learn cooking various cuisines, but I was also able

and Sophie loved

so I stopped attending the club after a

lot of insight on

Pop

gave out cheese and wine, so fancy! I also joined a sports

in high school, I was on

I was good enough for the varsity teams at UPenn, and I

team for me was mostly for exercising and good

times because Tristan insisted that I go

him, but I did

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

I came

a good ad should not only be visually

little bit of social life, and a decent amount of sleeping hours, my schedule was

time during the weekend to go see each

every week, but we'd meet

least

would alternate on

my turn to go visit him in

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

of the time, but about the

other, even if it was only for a day, we

was Saturday morning and I was getting ready to

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

was late October, so the air

cute white sweater and my black leggings and

the apartment, when suddenly I heard yelling

She

was loud and year "You don’t know the whole story.Just

Tristan clapped back.

my brother and I'll kill anyone who

"I am not!"

"You are too!"

door was open, so it wasn’t hard

bed while Sophie was standing in front of him with

in the air was

your business, Soph!"

my brother so your

I said cautiously with my

"Nothing," Tristan muttered quickly.

"Emmie, good, you're here,"

turned to me, "You can settle

it?" I

come in

front of Tristan,

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