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.

between us and there was nothing

simple truth was that I didn’t

me, sure

moment, I couldn't see it and I couldn't feel

now was to

to realize that what he was doing

that night.I took a

I spent my

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

I heard the sound

walked inside and saw Tristan sitting

"Tristan?"I gaped.

looked shocked

were both shocked to see each other

I thought you and Sophie are coming

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

about

head back and groaned in exhaustion.It had been a

and I like the

the laptop on the coffee

writing because he worked in

"Oh,"

got

not gonna bother

my hand, motioning for me

going on? You wanna talk

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

showed

call...and it's supposed

gently as he said, "That

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

in between sobs, "But why would he even bring me out to New York City if he didn’t

box of tissues on

love me anymore.I think he got bored with me or something.His priority is the gallery and this

my rant after blowing my

"Who's Ally?"he asked.

together back in high school,"I replied, and I rolled my eyes for added dramatic

think he’s cheating on you with

hope not!" images of Ian and Ally filled my head and I shook my head violently,

He never showed up for the dinner and he didn’t

and nodded

too.We barely have any time together, and even we're together, he’d always

never said anything to him all summer long?"he

in the way ..but...I can’t do it anymore.I thought by now things will get better, but

sad

you had a shitty birthday and

hours and 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

birthday, we took a road trip to Princeton and he

eighteenth birthday, he drove us to Philly

here I was, on my nineteenth birthday, I had a lot

don’t know

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 said

that word document for the past hour, not doing

"Are you sure?"

"Yes,"

and the

it’s still technically your birthday, wanna

"How?"

I stifled a laugh.

smirk crept up his face as he got up and headed to

six pack of beer.He lifted them up in the air and

"You got beer?"I questioned.

me write

night were those stupid mocktails

especially to help me

nodded my head vigorously

I ended up

re-run of Law and Order on TV and we used our matching onesie pajamas because they were

had fallen asleep on the couch and Tristan fell asleep next to me, when a sudden loud

as the pounding on the door got louder

"Who is that?"I croaked.

"I don't know,"Tristan replied.

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