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

walls are pretty damn thin,"he said as he knocked

being so loud last night and Tristan was sleeping

god...don’t tell

to my sister my entire life.It's the

I am so sorry you

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

All night long.What was it,

my god!"I slapped myself on the face out of

apologetic.Sophie would just gloat," Tristan laughed again

you erase last night

you got yourself a

"Fine!" I breathed.

a word of this ever again, especially not in front of

innocently

just have crazy bunny sex with Ian around the apartment without a care in

I made up, everything

do, but he always made sure to make

started however, I was starting to get busy

to declare a major by the

pushed me to attend some

Korean Society on campus and Tristan was working

clubs would give Aa SA im het

first started with the cooking club, and

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

Sophie

passion so I stopped attending the club after a

it gave me a lot of insight

a little bit of Japanese and got into K- Pop for a

out cheese and wine, so

in high school, I was on

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

me was mostly for exercising and

few times because Tristan

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

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

but I came to enjoy

ad should not only be visually appealing, but

clubs plus my afternoon classes, a little bit of social life, and a decent amount

make time during the

every week, but we'd meet once every

least once a

alternate on who goes

to go visit him in

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

quantity of

if it was only for a day, we would drop everything and our focus would be on being

was Saturday morning and I was getting ready

taking the 11 AM train to the city and grab lunch

late October, so the air outside was

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

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

She was just using

"You don’t know the whole story.Just

Tristan clapped back.

my brother and I'll kill anyone who

"I am not!"

"You are too!"

bedroom door was open, so it wasn’t

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

air

none of your business, Soph!" Tristan

brother so your

going on here?" I said cautiously with

"Nothing," Tristan muttered quickly.

"Emmie, good, you're here,"

can settle this for us

is it?"

motioned for me to come in

to her in front of Tristan,

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