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 was nothing

that I

me, sure he

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

I wanted now

but I wanted him to realize that what he was doing to me was

late that night.I took

was how I spent my birthday

opened the apartment door, I was expecting to find the room

on and I heard the sound

and saw Tristan sitting

"Tristan?"I gaped.

looked shocked

shocked to see each

doing here? I thought you and Sophie are coming back next week?"I

supposed to be in the

talk about it,"I sighed dramatically and

groaned in exhaustion.It had been a long

early because the apartment's empty and

to the laptop on

of writing because he worked in

"Oh,"

got up to my

me, I’m not gonna

my hand, motioning for me

You wanna talk

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

showed up..."I

call...and it's supposed to

me gently as he said, "That really sucks.I'm

Tristan.I've been in the back seat all summer long, but that’s okay, because he’s working towards his

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

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

my nose

"Who's Ally?"he asked.

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

think he’s cheating on you with

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

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

my lip and nodded my head

about the dinner.It’s about every day and night before that too.We barely have any time

said anything to him all

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

sad

and

and took me on

thing for us.My sixteenth birthday was the first time I met

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

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

a lot of expectations

know

hear all my sob story.I shouldn't be disturbing you, you’re working," I said as I straightened

document

"Are you sure?"

"Yes,"

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

it’s still technically your birthday,

"How?"

I stifled a laugh.

smirk crept up his face as he got

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

"You got beer?"I questioned.

me write better,"he

some?"All I had all night were those stupid

use some booze, especially to help me forget all about

head vigorously at him

up drinking throughout the

watched a re-run of Law and Order on TV and we used our matching onesie pajamas because they were so comfortable and

couch and Tristan

on the door got louder

"Who is that?"I croaked.

"I don't know,"Tristan replied.

my relief, he got up from