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

I don’t have to ask.I've heard everything.These walls are pretty damn thin,"he

instantly.I was being so loud last night and Tristan was

god...don’t tell

alright.I’m used to it.I lived next to my sister my

am so sorry you had to endure

to cover my mouth, "I

All night long.What was it, like, five

myself on the face out

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

lunch, will you erase last

dinner and you got

"Fine!" I breathed.

this ever again, especially not

grinned innocently

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

and Ian and I made

he always made sure

was

a

pushed me to

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

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

the cooking club, and

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

and Sophie

passion so I stopped attending the club after

me a lot of insight on diversity and the

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

so

school, I was

for the varsity teams at UPenn, and I didn't wanna commit

for me

few times because Tristan insisted that

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

a good eye for visual arts, so he put me in charge

wanna admit it at first, but I came to enjoy working for the advertising

not only be visually

all these clubs plus my afternoon classes, a little bit of social life,

I would make time during the weekend to go see

every week, but we'd

least

alternate on who

my turn to

great at making time for each

of the time, but about the

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

Saturday morning and I

city and grab lunch with Ian by the

October, so the

sweater and my black

was just about to leave the apartment, when suddenly I heard

you! She was just using

year "You don’t know the

Tristan clapped back.

my brother and I'll kill anyone who takes advantage of you.You're

"I am not!"

"You are too!"

open, so it wasn’t hard for

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

air

your business,

so your

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

"Nothing," Tristan muttered quickly.

"Emmie, good, you're here,"

as she turned to me, "You can

it?"

come in and I

front of Tristan, and he

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