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

heard everything.These walls are pretty damn thin,"he said as he knocked on

loud last night and Tristan was sleeping in the room next

my god...don’t tell

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

sorry you had to

as my hand went to cover my mouth, "I didn’t

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

slapped myself on

gloat," Tristan laughed again as he made his way to the

you erase last night from your

and dinner and you got yourself a deal,"he was totally

"Fine!" I breathed.

a word of this ever again,

innocently

have crazy bunny sex with Ian around the apartment without a care in the world.I need

I made up, everything was right again in the

of work to do, but he always made sure to make some

was starting

to declare a major

pushed me to

active member of the Korean Society on campus and Tristan was working

give Aa SA im

and

learn cooking various cuisines, but I was also able to bring home

and Sophie loved

passion so I stopped attending the club

some cultural clubs and it gave me a lot of insight

learned a little bit of Japanese and got into K- Pop

gave out cheese and wine, so fancy!

pretty active back in high school, I was on

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

for me was mostly for exercising

school newspaper a few times because Tristan insisted that I

a writer or a journalist like him,

arts, so

at first, but I came

should not only be visually appealing, but

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

I would make time during the weekend to go see

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

least once a

on

to go visit him

great at making time for each

the quantity of the time, but

even if it was only for a day,

Saturday morning and I

train to the city and grab lunch with Ian by the

the air

this cute white sweater and my black

to leave the apartment, when suddenly I

you! She

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

Tristan clapped back.

and I'll kill anyone who takes advantage of

"I am not!"

"You are too!"

open, so it wasn’t hard for me to

standing in front

air

of your business,

brother so your

going on here?" I said cautiously

"Nothing," Tristan muttered quickly.

"Emmie, good, you're here,"

can settle this for us once

it?"

to come in and I followed

standing next to her in front of Tristan, and he just rolled his head

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