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 said as he knocked on the

last night and Tristan was sleeping in the room next

god...don’t

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

am so sorry you had

hand went to cover my mouth,

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

on the face out

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

will you erase last night

and you got yourself a deal,"he was totally

"Fine!" I breathed.

word of this ever again, especially not

captain,"he grinned innocently and kept

crazy bunny sex with Ian around the apartment without a care in

my birthday fiasco and Ian and I made up, everything

a lot of work to do, but he always made

I was starting to get

I would have to declare a major by the end

pushed me to attend some of the student clubs

Society on campus

SA im het

first started with the cooking club, and I got two

but I was also

and Sophie loved

so I stopped attending the club after a

some cultural clubs and it gave me a lot

little bit of Japanese and got into K- Pop

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

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

teams at UPenn, and I didn't wanna commit to

for me was mostly for

a few times because Tristan insisted that I go

wasn't much of a writer or a journalist like him, but

said that I had a good eye for visual arts, so he put me in

wanna admit it at first, but I

ad should not only be visually appealing, but

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

I would make time during the weekend to go see each

meet every week, but we'd meet

at least once a

on who goes

was my turn to go visit him

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

wasn’t about the quantity of the time, but

a day,

was Saturday morning and I

taking the 11 AM train to the city and grab lunch

October, so the

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

about to leave the apartment, when suddenly I

She was just using

was loud and year "You don’t know the

Tristan clapped back.

anyone

"I am not!"

"You are too!"

it wasn’t hard

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

air

of your business,

your business is my

I said cautiously with my

"Nothing," Tristan muttered quickly.

"Emmie, good, you're here,"

me, "You can settle this for

it?"

to come

to her in front of Tristan, and

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