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 say

pretty damn thin,"he said as he knocked on the wall

last

god...don’t

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

I am so sorry you had to endure

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

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

god!"I slapped myself on the

would just gloat," Tristan laughed

you lunch, will you erase last night

got yourself

"Fine!" I breathed.

not a word of this ever again, especially

grinned innocently

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

my birthday fiasco and Ian and I made up, everything was right again in the

a lot of work to do, but he always made

however, I was starting

a sophomore, I would have to declare a

pushed me to attend some

the Korean Society on campus

bad idea.Joining all these clubs would give Aa SA im het me an idea of what I

started with the cooking club, and I got two

only that I got to learn cooking various cuisines, but I was

and Sophie loved

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

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

got into K- Pop for a bit.I also enjoyed old movie

cheese and wine, so fancy! I

in high school, I was on

think I was good enough for the varsity teams at UPenn,

team for me was mostly for

few times because Tristan

a journalist like him, but I did enjoy print media

good eye for visual arts, so he

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

that a good ad should not only be visually appealing, but also catchy and has a strong

afternoon classes, a little bit of social life, and a decent

and I would make time during

every week, but

least once

alternate on who goes

was my turn to go visit

for each other.We've learned a lot from our previous

the quantity of the time, but about the

only for a day, we would drop everything and our focus would be

and I

taking the 11 AM train to the city and grab

so the

on this cute white sweater and my black leggings and I completed the look with my knee-length

about to leave the apartment, when suddenly

you! She was

voice was loud and year "You don’t know

Tristan clapped back.

and I'll kill anyone

"I am not!"

"You are too!"

it wasn’t hard for me to take a peek

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

in the air

none of your business,

your

on here?" I said cautiously with my

"Nothing," Tristan muttered quickly.

"Emmie, good, you're here,"

me, "You can

it?"

come

in front of Tristan, and he just rolled his head

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