Teacher's Girl (Aflyingwhale)

EMMA’s POV : 

By 9 PM, I gave up.

I never felt so humiliated in my life.

I asked for the check and paid for the four glasses of mocktail I had and left a nice tip for my waiter.

The hostess smiled a sad smile as she saw me walking out of the restaurant alone.

I just wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

I went back to the apartment because I didn't know where else to go.

I saw my reflection in the mirror when I walked in and I looked so pathetic.

I did my hair and make up, I put on a dress and everything, only to be stood up by him at my birthday.

I was angry, embarrassed, and frustrated.

But mostly I was sad.

I thought tonight would be special, but no.

It was just any other day for Ian.

He had other things that were more important and I just had to take the back seat.

Feeling stupid, I took off the dress and put on an oversized sweater instead.

Tears were running down my face and it totally ruined my make up, but who cares? It wasn’t like it was important anyway.

I scrubbed my make up off angrily and pulled my hair into a messy ponytail.

I looked around the empty apartment and I debated on what to do.

I could stay here and wait until he gets home and hear about how sorry he was that he missed my birthday dinner, and tomorrow he'll go to work and ignore me again completely.

Or… I could pack my bags and leave.

There was a train running between Philly and New York City every day and if I leave now, I could make it before the last train leaves.

I didn’t think too much about it, I knew what I had to do.

I couldn't believe what I'm saying, but I needed some space away from him.

It would be better for us both.

My heart was hurting too much and I couldn't take it anymore.

So, I quickly packed my bags and I wrote him a note.

Dear Ian, You don’t have to apologize.

I know you're busy and I'm not a priority at the moment, and that’s okay, I understand.

But I think it’s best I leave so you can focus on your work.

No hard feelings.

Emma.

It sounded petty, but whatever.

I was too upset to be nice.

My uber was now waiting for me downstairs and I took a moment for one last glimpse of the apartment.

Leaving the spare key on the kitchen counter, I turned off the lights and closed the door shut.

I turned off my phone for the rest of the night.

I didn’t wanna hear any more ‘I'm sorry’ or ‘I'll make it up to you’.

I had enough of his empty promises.

I was tired of all that.

I put up with it all summer long and I needed an out.

At least when we were far away and he was busy with work, I didn’t have to feel this hurt because I could blame the distance.

was no distance between us and there was nothing else

truth was that I didn’t

me, sure

moment, I couldn't see it and I

I wanted now was

being petty, but I wanted him to realize that what he

back to Philly late that night.I took a cab to my new apartment and hauled my big

was how I spent

was expecting to

lights were on and I heard the

walked inside and saw Tristan sitting

"Tristan?"I gaped.

shocked

both shocked to see each other

you doing here? I thought you and Sophie are coming back

What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in the city with

talk about it,"I sighed dramatically and

groaned in

empty and I like the silence.Helps me get my work

gesturing to the laptop on

of writing because he worked in the school

"Oh,"

I got

I’m not gonna bother you.I’m just gonna get some

he pulled on my

You wanna talk about it?"Tristan knew

I burst out crying into his shoulder, snorting like a sad ugly

never showed up..."I

for him...he didn’t even call...and it's supposed to be my

around me and cooed me gently as he

summer long, Tristan.I've been in the back seat all summer long, but that’s okay, because he’s working

to catch my breath in between sobs, "But why would he even bring me out to New York City if he didn’t even have the time to spend with me.Why bother making a reservation for something he

mess.Tristan grabbed the box of tissues on the table and handed it to

think he doesn’t love me anymore.I think he got bored with me or something.His

my nose so gracefully into the

"Who's Ally?"he asked.

a thing together back in

you saying? You think he’s cheating on

I hope not!" images of Ian and Ally filled

that's what happened? He never showed up for the dinner and he

and

and night before that too.We barely have any

anything to him

..but...I can’t do it anymore.I thought by now things will get better, but it never does.Even though

let out a sad smile and

and a shitty summer.You deserve so much better

to be the best boyfriend ever.Last year for my birthday, he drove for hours and took me on

was the first time I met him at that bar in

my seventeenth birthday, we took a road trip to Princeton and he inspired me to apply

for my eighteenth birthday, he drove us to Philly and helped me move in to

here I was, on my nineteenth birthday, I had a lot of expectations and they were all crushed in just one

I don’t know what else to say,"Tristan sighed

here and you had to hear all my sob story.I shouldn't be disturbing you, you’re working," I

you’re not disturbing me at all.I've been looking at that word document for

"Are you sure?"

"Yes,"

to see the clock, and the time showed

it’s still technically your

"How?"

I stifled a laugh.

he got up and headed to

six pack of beer.He lifted them up in the

"You got beer?"I questioned.

helped me write

night were those stupid mocktails and

help me forget

my head vigorously at him and said, "Yes

I ended up drinking throughout the

and Order on TV and we used our matching onesie pajamas because they were so comfortable and

about 1.30 AM in the morning and I had fallen asleep on the couch and Tristan fell asleep next to me, when a sudden loud knocking

on the door got

"Who is that?"I croaked.

"I don't know,"Tristan replied.

my relief, he got up from the couch and staggered towards the