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

me, sure he

I couldn't see it and I couldn't

I wanted now

but I wanted him to realize that what he was

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

I spent my

the apartment door, I was expecting to

I heard the sound

inside and saw

"Tristan?"I gaped.

looked shocked

were both shocked to see each other

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

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

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

and groaned in

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

said, gesturing to the laptop on

a lot of writing because he

"Oh,"

got up to

gonna bother you.I’m just gonna

my hand, motioning for

wanna talk

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

never showed up..."I

didn’t even call...and it's supposed

linked his arms around me and cooed me gently as

summer long, but that’s okay, because he’s working towards his dreams and I didn’t

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 up

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

think he got bored with

rant after blowing my nose so gracefully into the

"Who's Ally?"he asked.

of his best friends, but they used to have a thing together back

you saying? You think he’s

Ian and Ally filled my head and I shook

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

bit my lip and nodded my

any time together, and even we're together, he’d always be on the

to him all summer long?"he

I 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 with him every

sad

sucks.Sorry you had a shitty birthday and a shitty

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

always a special thing for us.My sixteenth birthday was

Princeton and he inspired me to

my eighteenth birthday, he drove us to Philly and

I had a lot of

know what else to

all my sob story.I shouldn't

that word document for

"Are you sure?"

"Yes,"

see the clock, and the time showed that it was

still technically

"How?"

I stifled a laugh.

crept up his face as he got up

later, he came back with a six pack of beer.He lifted them up

"You got beer?"I questioned.

helped me

all night were those stupid

booze, especially to help me forget all about

vigorously at him and

and I ended up

TV and we used our matching onesie pajamas because

couch and Tristan fell asleep

groggily as the pounding on the door got louder and

"Who is that?"I croaked.

"I don't know,"Tristan replied.

he got up from the couch