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

ask.I've heard everything.These walls are pretty damn thin,"he

instantly.I was being so loud last night

god...don’t tell

my sister

so sorry you had to endure

said as my hand went to cover my mouth,

long.What was

slapped myself on the face out of sheer

gloat," Tristan laughed again as he made his way to the

will you erase last

lunch and dinner and you got yourself

"Fine!" I breathed.

ever again, especially not in front of

captain,"he grinned innocently and

with Ian around the apartment without

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

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

I was starting to

I would have to declare a major by the

Sophie and Tristan pushed me to attend some of the student

the Korean Society on campus and Tristan was working

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

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

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

and Sophie loved

so I stopped attending the club

cultural clubs and it gave me a lot of insight on diversity and the different

Pop for a

wine, so fancy! I also joined a sports

I

teams

team for me

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

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

for visual arts, so he put me in charge of the advertisement section in the

but I came to enjoy working for the advertising

that a good ad should not only be visually appealing, but

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

I would make time during the weekend to go see

week, but we'd meet

at least once

alternate on

week it was my turn to go

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

the quantity of the time,

a day,

was Saturday morning and I was getting ready

to the city and grab lunch with

late October, so the air outside was a little

my black leggings

the apartment,

you! She was just

and year "You don’t know the

Tristan clapped back.

anyone who

"I am not!"

"You are too!"

was open, so it wasn’t hard for me

was standing in front of him with her hands

tension in the air was

none of your business, Soph!" Tristan

so your business

said cautiously

"Nothing," Tristan muttered quickly.

"Emmie, good, you're here,"

as she turned to me, "You can settle

is it?"

me to come in and I followed

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

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