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

so loud last night and

god...don’t

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

am so sorry

to cover my mouth, "I didn’t think

All night long.What was

my god!"I slapped myself on the

gloat," Tristan laughed again as he

you lunch, will you erase last night

it lunch and dinner and you got yourself a

"Fine!" I breathed.

this ever again, especially not in front of

captain,"he grinned innocently and kept

can’t just have crazy bunny sex with Ian around the

made up, everything

still busy had a lot of work to do, but he always made sure to

school started however, I was starting to

declare a major

pushed me to attend some of the student clubs

of the Korean Society on campus and Tristan was working

SA im het me

first started with the cooking club, and

got to learn cooking various cuisines, but I was also

Sophie

cooking wasn’t my passion so I stopped attending the club after a

gave me a lot of insight

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

and wine, so

I was on the swim

enough for the varsity teams at UPenn, and I

team for me was mostly for exercising

a few times because Tristan insisted that I go check it

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

a good eye for visual arts, so he put

but I came

be visually appealing, but also catchy and

social life, and

Ian and I would make time during the weekend

every week, but

at least once

alternate on who

my turn to go visit him in

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

wasn’t about the quantity of the time,

other, even if it was only for a day, we would drop everything and our focus would be

was Saturday morning and I was getting ready to

the city and grab lunch with Ian by

October, so the air outside

cute white sweater and my black leggings and I completed

leave the apartment,

She was just using

"You don’t know the whole story.Just butt

Tristan clapped back.

and I'll kill anyone who takes

"I am not!"

"You are too!"

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

his bed while Sophie was standing in front of

in the air

none of your

so your business is

said cautiously with

"Nothing," Tristan muttered quickly.

"Emmie, good, you're here,"

as she turned to me, "You can settle this

it?" I

come in and I

her in front of Tristan, and he just rolled

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