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 nothing else to

was that I didn’t matter

loves me, sure

the moment, I couldn't see it and I

all I wanted now was

but I wanted him to realize that what he was

wanted him to miss me, just as much as I was missing him.I got back to Philly late that night.I took a cab to my new apartment

was how I spent my birthday

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

and I heard the sound

saw Tristan sitting on

"Tristan?"I gaped.

looked shocked to see

to see each other

thought you and Sophie

here? Aren't you supposed to

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

my head back and groaned

apartment's empty and I like the silence.Helps me

gesturing to the laptop on the

lot of writing because he worked in

"Oh,"

got up to

not gonna bother

on my hand, motioning for

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

knew, I burst out crying into his shoulder, snorting

never showed up..."I

for him...he didn’t even call...and

gently

summer long, but that’s okay, because he’s working towards his

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

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

think? I think he doesn’t love me anymore.I think he got bored with me or something.His priority is the gallery and this girl called

continued my rant after blowing my

"Who's Ally?"he asked.

friends, but they used to have a thing together

you saying? You think he’s cheating

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

dinner and he didn’t call you, so you

lip and nodded my

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

said 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

a sad

really sucks.Sorry you had a shitty birthday and a shitty summer.You deserve

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

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

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

birthday, he drove us to Philly and helped me move

a lot of expectations and they

sorry, Emma, I don’t know what else to

barging in here and you had to hear all my sob story.I shouldn't be disturbing you, you’re working," I

me at all.I've been looking at that word document for the past hour,

"Are you sure?"

"Yes,"

turned his head to see the clock, and the time showed that it was

technically

"How?"

I stifled a laugh.

his face as he got up and

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

"You got beer?"I questioned.

me write

had all night were those stupid mocktails and sparkling

help

I nodded my head vigorously at him

and I ended up drinking throughout

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

the morning and I had fallen asleep on the couch

groaned groggily as the pounding on

"Who is that?"I croaked.

"I don't know,"Tristan replied.

up from the couch and staggered