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

walls are pretty damn thin,"he said as he knocked

so loud last

god...don’t

my sister my entire life.It's the same

so sorry you had to endure

cover my mouth, "I didn’t think you'd

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

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

you're still apologetic.Sophie would just gloat," Tristan laughed

will you erase last night from

and you got yourself a deal,"he

"Fine!" I breathed.

word of this ever again, especially not in front of

captain,"he grinned innocently and

now.I can’t just have crazy bunny sex with Ian around the apartment

and I made up, everything was right

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

was starting to

sophomore, I would have to declare a major by the end of

my major, Sophie and Tristan pushed

of the Korean Society on campus and Tristan

wasn't a bad idea.Joining all these clubs would give Aa SA im het me an

the cooking club, and I got two words for

learn cooking various cuisines, but I was also able

Sophie

so I stopped attending

me a lot of insight on

a little bit of Japanese and got into K- Pop for a bit.I

out cheese and wine, so

pretty active back in high school, I was

teams at UPenn, and I didn't

the sports team for me was

a few times because Tristan insisted that

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

had a good eye for visual arts, so he put

didn't wanna admit it at first, but I came to enjoy working for the advertising

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

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

Ian and I would make time during the weekend

week, but

least once a

alternate on

was my turn to go

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

wasn’t about the quantity of

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

Saturday morning and I was getting

city and grab lunch with Ian by the Grand Central

the air outside

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

apartment, when suddenly

She was

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

Tristan clapped back.

kill anyone who takes advantage of you.You're too nice,

"I am not!"

"You are too!"

open, so it wasn’t hard for me

bed while Sophie was standing in front of him with her hands on

air was thick

your business, Soph!"

my brother so your business is

what’s going on here?" I said cautiously with my head

"Nothing," Tristan muttered quickly.

"Emmie, good, you're here,"

turned to me, "You can settle this for us once and for

it?" I

to come in

to her in front of Tristan, and

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