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.

no distance between us and there was nothing else

simple truth was that

loves me, sure

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

now was to get

wanted him to realize that

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

how I spent my birthday

door, I was expecting to find

the lights were on and I

and saw

"Tristan?"I gaped.

shocked to

shocked to see each other

here? I thought you and Sophie are coming back next

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

story, I don't wanna talk about it,"I

back and groaned in exhaustion.It had been a long

because the apartment's empty and

gesturing to the laptop on the

was doing a lot of writing because he

"Oh,"

mouthed and I got

about me, I’m not gonna

said and he pulled on my hand, motioning for

wanna talk about it?"Tristan knew

I burst out crying into his shoulder, snorting like a sad ugly

never showed

call...and it's supposed to be my

his arms around me and cooed me gently

in the back seat all summer long, but that’s okay, because he’s working towards his dreams and I didn’t wanna

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

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

blowing my

"Who's Ally?"he asked.

to have a thing together back in high school,"I replied, and I rolled my eyes

you saying? You think he’s cheating

and Ally

for the dinner and he didn’t call you, so you got

lip and nodded

that too.We barely have any time together, and even

said anything to him

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 I was with him every day, I still

a sad smile and said,

had a shitty birthday and a shitty summer.You deserve

on a road trip.I don’t know what happened to us now and why we're so

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

birthday, we took a road trip to Princeton and

graduation day and for my eighteenth birthday, he drove us to Philly and

had a lot of expectations and

I don’t know what else to

here and you had to hear all my sob story.I shouldn't be

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

"Are you sure?"

"Yes,"

the clock, and

since it’s still technically your birthday, wanna

"How?"

I stifled a laugh.

smirk crept up his face as he got up and

six pack of beer.He lifted them up in the

"You got beer?"I questioned.

me

had all night were

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

I nodded my head vigorously at him and said, "Yes

up drinking throughout the

TV and we used our matching onesie pajamas because they were

the morning and I had fallen asleep on the couch

groggily as the pounding on the door

"Who is that?"I croaked.

"I don't know,"Tristan replied.

got up from