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.

us and there was nothing else

simple truth was that I

me, sure he

see it and I couldn't feel

now was to

realize that what he was doing to me was

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

how I

the apartment door, I was expecting to find the room dark

I

inside and saw Tristan sitting

"Tristan?"I gaped.

looked shocked to see

to

thought you and Sophie are

are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to

I don't wanna talk about it,"I sighed dramatically and joined him on

trashed my head back and groaned in exhaustion.It

because the apartment's empty and I

to the laptop on

lot of writing because he worked in the school

"Oh,"

mouthed and I got

me, I’m not gonna bother

on my hand,

going on? You wanna talk about it?"Tristan

I burst out crying into his shoulder, snorting like

showed

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

around me and cooed me gently as he said, "That really sucks.I'm so sorry,

in the back seat all summer long, but that’s okay, because he’s working towards his dreams and I didn’t wanna get in the way of

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 spend with me.Why bother making a reservation for something he won't even show

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

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

after blowing my nose so gracefully into

"Who's Ally?"he asked.

together back in

saying? You think he’s

Ally filled

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

bit my lip and

too.We barely have any time together, and even we're together, he’d always be on the phone with Ally

anything to him

didn’t wanna get in the way ..but...I can’t do it anymore.I thought by now things will get better, but it never does.Even though I was

a sad smile and

had a shitty birthday and a shitty summer.You

the best boyfriend ever.Last year for my birthday, he drove for hours and took me on a road trip.I don’t know what happened to us now and why we're so distant from each other,"I

us.My sixteenth birthday was the first time

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

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

nineteenth birthday, I had a lot of

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

your fault.I’m sorry I came barging in here and you had to hear all my sob story.I shouldn't be disturbing you, you’re working," I

at all.I've been looking at that word document for the past hour, not doing anything.I need a break," he said

"Are you sure?"

"Yes,"

clock, and the time

technically

"How?"

I stifled a laugh.

he got up

with a six pack of beer.He

"You got beer?"I questioned.

helped me write better,"he

I had all night were those

some booze, especially to help me forget all

vigorously at him and said, "Yes

I ended up drinking throughout

we used our matching onesie pajamas because they were so

couch

as the pounding on the

"Who is that?"I croaked.

"I don't know,"Tristan replied.

relief, he got up from the