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.

was no distance between us and there

truth was that I didn’t matter

loves me, sure he

at the moment, I couldn't see it and

all I wanted now

but I wanted him to realize that what he

that night.I took a cab to my new apartment and hauled my

I spent

I opened the apartment door, I was expecting

lights were on and I heard the sound

walked inside and saw Tristan

"Tristan?"I gaped.

looked shocked to see

were both shocked to see each other

doing here? I thought you and

supposed to be

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

groaned in exhaustion.It had been a long

I came early because the apartment's empty and I like

to the laptop on the coffee

a lot of writing

"Oh,"

mouthed and I got

worry about me, I’m not gonna bother you.I’m just

said and he pulled on my hand, motioning for me to

going on? You wanna talk

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

never showed up..."I

waited for him...he didn’t even call...and it's supposed

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

but that’s okay, because he’s working towards his dreams and I didn’t wanna get 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

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

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

after blowing my nose so gracefully into

"Who's Ally?"he asked.

friends, but they used to have a thing together back in

saying? You think he’s cheating on you with

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

and he didn’t call you, so you got upset and you came

my lip and nodded my

dinner.It’s about every day and night before that too.We barely have any time together, and even we're together, he’d always be on the

anything to him

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

a sad smile and

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

took me on a road trip.I don’t know what happened to us now and

sixteenth birthday was the first time I

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

eighteenth birthday, he drove us to Philly and helped me move

a lot of expectations

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

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

at all.I've been looking at that word document for the past hour, not doing anything.I need

"Are you sure?"

"Yes,"

his head to see the clock, and the time showed that it was 11:45

still technically your birthday, wanna

"How?"

I stifled a laugh.

as he got up and

he came back with a six pack of beer.He lifted them up in the air and

"You got beer?"I questioned.

helped me write

night were those stupid mocktails and sparkling

could use some booze, especially to help me forget

I nodded my head vigorously at him and

I ended up drinking

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

couch and Tristan fell asleep next to

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