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.

and there was

simple truth was that I

loves me,

see it and I couldn't feel

I wanted now was to get

him to realize that what he was doing to

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

how I spent

I was

on and I heard

inside and saw Tristan

"Tristan?"I gaped.

shocked

both shocked to

thought you and Sophie are coming back

you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be

talk about

head back and groaned in exhaustion.It had been a long

came early because the apartment's empty and I like the silence.Helps

said, gesturing to the laptop on

a lot of writing

"Oh,"

got up to

not gonna

said and he pulled on my hand,

talk about it?"Tristan knew something

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

never showed up..."I

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

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

that’s okay, because he’s working towards his

York City if he didn’t even have the time to

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

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

my

"Who's Ally?"he asked.

a thing together back in high school,"I replied, and I

are you saying? You think he’s

think so...God, I hope not!" images of Ian and Ally filled my head

what happened? He never showed up for the dinner and he didn’t call you,

and

dinner.It’s about every day and night before that too.We barely have any time

anything to him all summer

because 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

out a sad

really sucks.Sorry you had a shitty birthday and

used to be 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

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

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

eighteenth birthday, he drove us to

birthday, I had a lot of expectations and they

Emma, I don’t know

to hear all my sob story.I shouldn't be disturbing you, you’re working," I said as I straightened

that word document

"Are you sure?"

"Yes,"

to see the clock, and

still technically your birthday, wanna

"How?"

I stifled a laugh.

he got up

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

"You got beer?"I questioned.

helped me write better,"he

I had all night were those stupid

booze, especially to help me forget all about

vigorously at him and said, "Yes

up drinking

Law and Order on TV and we used our matching onesie pajamas because

and I had fallen asleep on the couch and Tristan fell asleep next to me, when

on the door

"Who is that?"I croaked.

"I don't know,"Tristan replied.

he got up from