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

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

being so loud last night

my god...don’t tell

lived next to my sister my entire

I am so sorry you had to endure

as my hand went to cover my mouth, "I

long.What was

on the face out of sheer

just gloat," Tristan laughed again as he made his way

you erase last night from

you got yourself a deal,"he was

"Fine!" I breathed.

word of this ever again,

innocently and

Ian around the apartment without a care in the world.I need to maintain some type of dignity

and I made up, everything

he always made sure to make some time for me despite his busy

I was starting

have to declare a major by

Sophie and Tristan pushed me to attend some of the student clubs at

the Korean Society on campus and Tristan was

im het

with the cooking club, and I got two words for you: free

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

Sophie loved

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

some cultural clubs and it gave me a lot of

little bit of Japanese and got into K- Pop for

wine, so

active back in high school, I was on the swim team and

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

for me was

the school newspaper a few times because

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

said that I had a good eye for visual arts, so he put me in charge

wanna admit it at first, but I came

should not only be visually appealing,

of social life, and

make time during the weekend to go see each

meet every week, but we'd

at least once

would alternate on who goes

my turn to go visit him

each other.We've learned a lot from

of the time, but about

was only for a day,

Saturday morning and I

the 11 AM train to the city and grab lunch with Ian by the

late October, so the air

and my black leggings and I completed the look with my knee-length

the apartment, when suddenly I

told you! She was just using

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!"

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

bed while Sophie was standing in front of him with her

air was thick

of your business, Soph!"

my brother so your business is my

what’s going on here?" I said cautiously

"Nothing," Tristan muttered quickly.

"Emmie, good, you're here,"

"You can settle this for us once and for

is it?" I

come in and I

Tristan, and he just rolled his

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