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

shot up instantly.I was being so loud last

my god...don’t tell

next to my sister my entire life.It's the

I am so sorry you had to endure

went to cover my mouth, "I didn’t think

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

god!"I slapped myself on

Tristan laughed again as he made his

you erase last night from

and you got yourself a deal,"he was totally

"Fine!" I breathed.

ever again,

captain,"he grinned innocently and

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

I made up,

to do, but he always made sure to make some

was

declare a major by the end of

major, Sophie and Tristan pushed me

on campus and Tristan was working in the

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

started with the cooking club, and I got two

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

and Sophie

wasn’t my passion so I stopped attending

joined some cultural clubs and it gave me a lot of insight on diversity and the

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

gave out cheese and wine, so fancy!

high school, I was on the swim team and

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

sports team for me

visited the school newspaper a few times because Tristan insisted that I go

much of a writer or a journalist like him, but

I had a good eye for visual arts, so he put me in charge of the

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

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

time during the

but we'd meet

least once a

would alternate on

to

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

of the

we see each other, even if it was only for a day,

Saturday morning and I

train to the city and grab lunch with Ian by the

so the air

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

was just about to leave the apartment, when suddenly I heard yelling from Tristan’s

you! She

and year "You don’t know the whole

Tristan clapped back.

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

"I am not!"

"You are too!"

open, so it wasn’t

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

in the air was thick

none of your business, Soph!"

so your business

going on here?" I said cautiously with my head peeking

"Nothing," Tristan muttered quickly.

"Emmie, good, you're here,"

me, "You can settle this

is it?"

come

her in front of Tristan, and he

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