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

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

up instantly.I was being so loud last night and Tristan was sleeping in the room next

my god...don’t tell

it.I lived next to my sister my entire life.It's the same

am so sorry you

my hand went to cover my mouth, "I

was

god!"I slapped myself on the face

just gloat," Tristan laughed

buy you lunch, will you erase last night from your

dinner and you got yourself a deal,"he was

"Fine!" I breathed.

of this ever again,

grinned innocently and

have crazy bunny sex with Ian around the apartment without

and I made up, everything was right

he always made sure to make some time

however, I was starting

declare a major by the end

and Tristan pushed me to attend some

member of the Korean Society on campus and

these clubs would give Aa SA im het me an idea of what I would like

with the cooking club, and I got two

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

Sophie loved

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

and it gave me a lot of

into K- Pop for a bit.I also enjoyed old movie nights at the French

cheese and wine, so

in high school, I was on the swim team

for the varsity teams at UPenn, and I

sports team for me was mostly

times because Tristan insisted

of a writer or a journalist like him,

visual arts, so he put me in charge of

didn't wanna admit it at first, but I came to

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

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

and I would make time during the weekend to go see each

couldn't meet every week, but we'd meet

least once a

would alternate on who goes

my turn to go visit him

each

about the quantity of the

if it was only for a day, we would drop everything and our

was Saturday morning and I

the city and grab lunch with Ian by

so the air outside was a little

my black leggings and I completed the look with

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

told you! She was just using

voice was loud and year "You don’t know

Tristan clapped back.

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

"I am not!"

"You are too!"

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

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

tension in the air was thick and

of your business, Soph!" Tristan

your business is my

on here?" I said

"Nothing," Tristan muttered quickly.

"Emmie, good, you're here,"

me, "You can settle

is it?"

motioned for me to come in and I followed

to her in front of Tristan, and he just rolled

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