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

was that

me, sure

at the moment, I couldn't see it and I couldn't

all I wanted now was

wanted him to realize that what he was doing to me was hurting

much as I was missing him.I got back to Philly late that night.I took a cab to my new apartment and hauled my big fat suitcase up three flights of

was how I spent

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

lights were on and I heard the sound of

inside and saw

"Tristan?"I gaped.

looked shocked to

shocked to

I thought you and Sophie are

are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in

I don't wanna talk about it,"I

back and groaned in exhaustion.It had been

and I like the silence.Helps me

gesturing to the

doing a lot of writing because he worked

"Oh,"

mouthed and I got

I’m not gonna bother you.I’m just

wait,"he said and he pulled on my hand,

on? You wanna talk about it?"Tristan knew something

it anymore.The next thing I knew, I burst

showed up..."I

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

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

summer long, 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 wanna get in the

out to New York City if he didn’t

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

know what I think? I think he doesn’t love me anymore.I think he got bored with me or something.His priority is

my rant after blowing my nose

"Who's Ally?"he asked.

best friends, but they used to have a thing together

you saying? You think

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

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

bit my lip and nodded my head

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

to him

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

a sad smile

a shitty birthday and a shitty summer.You deserve so much

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

sixteenth birthday was the first

trip to Princeton and he inspired me to apply

he drove us to Philly and helped me move

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

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

came barging in here and you had to hear all my sob

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

"Are you sure?"

"Yes,"

and

since it’s still technically your

"How?"

I stifled a laugh.

crept up his face as he got up and headed to

six pack of beer.He lifted them up

"You got beer?"I questioned.

helped me

I had all night were

could use some booze, especially to help me forget all about

head vigorously at him and said,

ended up drinking

on TV and we used our matching onesie pajamas because they were so comfortable and

AM in the morning and I had fallen asleep on the couch and Tristan fell asleep next to

on the door got louder

"Who is that?"I croaked.

"I don't know,"Tristan replied.

my relief, he got up from the