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

walls are pretty damn thin,"he said as he knocked on the wall

up instantly.I was being so loud last night and Tristan was sleeping in the

my god...don’t

sister my entire life.It's the same thing,"he laughed and

am so sorry you had to

my hand went to cover my mouth,

was it, like, five sessions?"he

god!"I slapped myself on

apologetic.Sophie would just gloat," Tristan laughed again as he made his way to the

lunch, will you erase last night

it lunch and dinner and you got yourself a deal,"he

"Fine!" I breathed.

of this ever

captain,"he grinned innocently

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

Ian and I made up, everything was

had a lot of work to do, but he always

was

would have to declare a major

help me pick my major, Sophie and Tristan pushed me to attend

member of the Korean Society on campus

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

with the cooking club, and

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

and Sophie loved

passion so I stopped attending the club

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

bit of Japanese and got into K- Pop for

cheese and wine, so

was pretty active back in high school, I was on the swim team

didn’t think I was good enough for the varsity teams at UPenn, and I didn't wanna commit to

joining the sports team for me was mostly

newspaper a few times because Tristan insisted that I go

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

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

first, but I came to enjoy working for the advertising

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

a little bit of social life, and a decent amount

would make time during the weekend to

couldn't meet every week, but we'd meet

least once

on who goes

my turn to

were great at making time for each

about the quantity of

if it was only for a day, we would drop

Saturday morning and I was getting

on taking the 11 AM train to the city and grab lunch with Ian

so the air outside was

on this cute white sweater and my black leggings and I completed the look with

leave the apartment, when suddenly I

She was just

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

Tristan clapped back.

brother and I'll kill anyone who takes advantage

"I am not!"

"You are too!"

it wasn’t hard for me

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

tension in the air was thick and

of your business, Soph!"

brother so your business

going on here?" I said cautiously

"Nothing," Tristan muttered quickly.

"Emmie, good, you're here,"

can

it?" I

to come in and I

next to her in front of Tristan,

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