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

simple truth was that I

me, sure

I couldn't see it and I couldn't feel

now was

him to realize

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

was how I spent

the apartment door, I was expecting to find the

the lights were on and I heard the sound of the

inside and saw Tristan sitting on the

"Tristan?"I gaped.

looked shocked to see

both shocked to see each other

I thought you and Sophie

doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in

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

head back and groaned in

early because the apartment's empty and I

said, gesturing to the laptop

of writing because he worked in the

"Oh,"

and I got up to my

gonna bother

on my hand, motioning for me to sit back

wanna talk about it?"Tristan knew

couldn't hold it anymore.The next thing I knew, I burst out crying into his shoulder, snorting

showed

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

and cooed me gently

seat all summer long, 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

snorting and crying mess.Tristan grabbed the box of

think he doesn’t love me anymore.I think he got bored with me

blowing my nose so

"Who's Ally?"he asked.

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

think he’s cheating on you

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

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

lip and

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

to him

because I 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,

sad

you had a shitty birthday and a shitty summer.You deserve so

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

sixteenth birthday was the first time I met

road trip to Princeton and he inspired me to apply

for my eighteenth birthday, he drove us to Philly and helped

was, on my nineteenth birthday, I had a lot of expectations

know what else

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

word document for the past hour, not doing anything.I need

"Are you sure?"

"Yes,"

the clock, and

technically your

"How?"

I stifled a laugh.

his face as he got up

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

"You got beer?"I questioned.

helped me write better,"he

had all night were those

some booze, especially to help

I nodded my head vigorously

and I ended up drinking

Order on TV and we used our matching onesie

fallen asleep on the couch and Tristan fell asleep next to me, when a sudden loud knocking woke us

groggily as the pounding on

"Who is that?"I croaked.

"I don't know,"Tristan replied.

he got up from the couch and