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

have to ask.I've heard everything.These walls are pretty damn

shot up instantly.I was being so loud last night and Tristan was sleeping

god...don’t

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

am so sorry you

hand went to cover my mouth, "I didn’t think you'd

was it,

myself on the face out of

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

I buy you lunch, will you erase last night from

dinner and you got

"Fine!" I breathed.

word of this ever again, especially

grinned innocently and kept

can’t just have crazy bunny sex with Ian around

fiasco and Ian and I made up, everything

of work to do, but he always made sure to make some time for me despite

school started however, I was starting to get

declare a major by the end

major, Sophie and Tristan pushed me to

Society on campus and Tristan was working

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

and I got two words for you:

to learn cooking various cuisines, but

Sophie loved

passion so I stopped

lot of insight on diversity

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

cheese and wine, so fancy!

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

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

the sports team for me was mostly for exercising and

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

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

I had a good eye for visual arts, so he

wanna admit it at first, but I came to enjoy

learned that a good ad should not only be visually

little bit of social life, and a decent amount of sleeping hours, my

during the

couldn't meet every week, but

at least once

alternate on who

turn to

were great at making time for each other.We've learned a lot from our previous

quantity of

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

was Saturday morning and I was getting ready to

AM train to the city and grab

was late October, so the air outside was

sweater and my black leggings and

just about to leave the apartment, when suddenly I

She was just using

voice was loud and year "You don’t know the whole story.Just

Tristan clapped back.

kill anyone who takes advantage of you.You're

"I am not!"

"You are too!"

bedroom door was open, so it wasn’t hard

sitting on his bed while Sophie was standing in

the air was

of your business,

so your business is

I said cautiously with my head

"Nothing," Tristan muttered quickly.

"Emmie, good, you're here,"

to me, "You can settle this

is it?"

motioned for me to come in and I followed

standing next to her in front of Tristan, and he just rolled his head

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