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 there was nothing

simple truth was that

loves me,

moment, I couldn't see

all I wanted now

realize that what

him.I got back to Philly late that night.I took a cab to my new apartment and hauled

was how I spent my

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

I heard the sound of

inside and saw Tristan sitting

"Tristan?"I gaped.

looked shocked to see

both shocked to

you and

to be in the city with your

about it,"I sighed dramatically

back and groaned in exhaustion.It had been a

empty and I

said, gesturing to the

of writing

"Oh,"

got up to

gonna

on my hand, motioning for me

wanna talk about

next thing I knew, I burst out crying into his shoulder, snorting

never showed up..."I

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

his arms around me and cooed me gently as he

seat all summer long, but that’s okay, because he’s working

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

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

got bored with

blowing my nose so gracefully into the

"Who's Ally?"he asked.

friends, but they used to have a thing together back in high school,"I replied, and I rolled my

you saying? You think he’s

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

the dinner and he didn’t call

my lip and nodded

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

anything to him all summer

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

a sad

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

birthday was the first

trip to Princeton and he inspired me to apply to Ivy League

and for my eighteenth birthday, he

had a lot of

don’t know what else

you had to hear all my sob

you’re not disturbing me at all.I've been looking at that word document for

"Are you sure?"

"Yes,"

to see the clock, and the time

since it’s still technically your birthday, wanna

"How?"

I stifled a laugh.

his face as he got up and headed

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

"You got beer?"I questioned.

helped me

I had all night were

help me forget

vigorously at him and said,

I ended up

Order on TV and we used our

morning and I had fallen asleep on the couch and Tristan fell asleep

pounding on the door got louder

"Who is that?"I croaked.

"I don't know,"Tristan replied.

from the couch and staggered towards the