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.

distance between us and there was

was that I

me, sure he

at the moment, I couldn't see it and I

I wanted now was

realize that what he was doing to

much as I was missing him.I got back to Philly late that night.I took a cab to my new apartment and hauled

was how I

the apartment door, I was expecting

and I heard the sound of

saw Tristan sitting on the

"Tristan?"I gaped.

looked shocked

to see each other

here? I thought you and Sophie are coming back

you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in the city with your boyfriend?"he asked

about it,"I sighed dramatically and

back and groaned

the apartment's empty and I like the

gesturing to the laptop on

was doing a lot of writing because he worked in

"Oh,"

got up to

gonna bother

on my hand, motioning

You wanna talk

anymore.The next thing I knew, I burst out crying

never showed

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

gently as he said, "That really

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

paused 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

a snorting and crying mess.Tristan grabbed the box of tissues on

I think he doesn’t love me anymore.I think he got bored with me or something.His priority is the gallery and

my nose so gracefully into the tissue

"Who's Ally?"he asked.

to have a thing together

think he’s cheating on you

don’t know...I don't think so...God, I hope not!" images of Ian and Ally filled my head and I shook my head violently,

dinner and he didn’t call you, so you got upset and

my lip and

not just about the dinner.It’s about every day and night before that too.We barely have any time together, and even we're together, he’d always be on the phone with Ally talking

never said anything to him

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

let out a sad smile

birthday and a

took me on a road trip.I don’t know what happened to us now and

was always a special thing for us.My sixteenth birthday was the first time I met him at that

a road trip to Princeton and he

he drove us to Philly and helped me

had a lot of expectations and

sorry, Emma, I don’t know what else

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

document for the past hour, not doing anything.I need

"Are you sure?"

"Yes,"

clock, and the time showed that it was 11:45

it’s still technically your birthday,

"How?"

I stifled a laugh.

smirk crept up his face as he got

of beer.He lifted them up in

"You got beer?"I questioned.

helped me write better,"he

I had all night were

could use some booze, especially to help me forget all about

nodded my head vigorously at him and said, "Yes

up drinking throughout

we used our matching onesie pajamas because

I had fallen asleep on the couch

pounding on the door

"Who is that?"I croaked.

"I don't know,"Tristan replied.

from the couch and