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

was that I didn’t matter

me, sure

moment, I couldn't see it

wanted now was to

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

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

how I spent my

opened the apartment door, I was expecting

lights were on and I heard

saw

"Tristan?"I gaped.

looked shocked

to see each other

doing here? I thought you and Sophie

you supposed to be in the city with your

about it,"I sighed dramatically and joined him on the

and groaned in

because the apartment's empty and I like the silence.Helps me get my work

the laptop on the

of writing because he

"Oh,"

I got up to my

I’m not gonna

my

You wanna talk

it anymore.The next thing I knew, I burst out crying into his shoulder, snorting like a sad ugly

showed

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

linked his arms around me and cooed me gently as he said, "That really

Tristan.I've been in the back seat all summer long, but that’s okay, because he’s working towards his dreams and I didn’t

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

snorting and crying mess.Tristan grabbed the box of tissues

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

blowing my nose so gracefully into the

"Who's Ally?"he asked.

best friends, but they used to have a thing together back in high school,"I replied, and I

think he’s

and Ally filled my head and I shook my head violently, hoping it would

dinner and he didn’t call

my lip and nodded

before that too.We barely have any time together, and even

said anything to him all summer

anymore.I thought by now things will get better, but it never does.Even though I

a sad smile and said,

birthday and a shitty

hours and took me on a road trip.I don’t know

special thing for us.My sixteenth birthday was the first

took a road trip to Princeton and he inspired me to apply to Ivy League

engaged on my graduation day and for my eighteenth birthday, he drove us to Philly and helped

birthday, I had a lot of expectations and they were all

don’t know what else

sorry I came barging in here and you had to hear all my sob story.I shouldn't be disturbing you,

disturbing me at all.I've been looking at that word document for the past hour, not doing anything.I

"Are you sure?"

"Yes,"

to see the clock, and the time showed that it

technically your birthday,

"How?"

I stifled a laugh.

as he got up

came back with a six pack of

"You got beer?"I questioned.

helped me

night were those stupid mocktails

to help me forget

I nodded my head vigorously at

I ended up drinking

TV and we used our matching

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

groggily as the pounding on

"Who is that?"I croaked.

"I don't know,"Tristan replied.

relief, he got up from the couch and staggered