Teacher's Girl (Aflyingwhale)

Chapter 83: Home Alone 

EMMA’s POV : 

----- One Month Later - --- - 

I woke up this morning to an alarming text from lan.

lan: Emergency.

Ally’s in the hospital.

Call me ASAP.

I jolted from the bed and quickly called his phone.It rang for a few times before he finally picked up.

"Hey? What’s going on?"I said to the phone.

"It's bad,"he sighed.

"I found her lying unconscious in her apartment last night.I had to bring her to the hospital to get her stomach pumped.She was mixing alcohol and prescription drugs,"

"Oh, no..."I breathed.

"How’s she doing now?"

"She's okay now that they've pumped her insides.But she’s not doing well at all.I'm worried about her,"

"Have you called her parents...or Richard?"

"She explicitly told me not to,"

"So, what can you do?"

"Nothing...I just have to stay with her and make sure she doesn't do anything else stupid,"he scoffed.

"Oh..."

"Yeah..."

Okay, I don’t wanna be a petty bitch, but come on! I know Ally’s going through some hard time, but does she really have to keep doing this to my fiancée? When is this gonna end? It keeps going on and on! Whoa, now.

Slow down there, Emma.

A girl was fighting for her life in the hospital and all I could think about was my relationship.

Those were some very selfish thoughts.

I ended up scolded myself internally for being such an immature brat.

"So, I guess...there’s gonna be a slight change of plans for Christmas?"

I said to him cautiously.

"Yeah, that's also what I wanna talk to you about..."his tone was cautious too.

lan and I had a special rendezvous all planned out for this Christmas.

There was this amazing Van Gogh exhibition at the Met, which was lan’s favorite artist of all time, so I got us tickets for it as his Christmas present.

This year for Christmas, we wanted to give each other the gift of ‘ experiences’ instead of material things.

The Van Gogh exhibition would have been an amazing one full day experience where we could be transported to Paris in the 1880s.

What could be more romantic than that? lan, on the other hand, had booked us the suite room at the Plaza Hotel.

He knew that I grew up watching Home Alone 2 for Christmas, so he wanted to give me the ' Kevin’ package.

We were gonna ride around in a limousine and eat pizza before spending a romantic night together at the hotel suite.

But with just one phone call, all those plans were swirling down the toilet.

"Well, I can always auction off the tickets,"

I sighed as I grabbed the tickets in my hand.

Such a sad reminder of how epic our Christmas would have been.

"Would you mind? I know I’ve done this so many times already..."

"If that’s what you wanna do, it's fine.I understand,"

I tried to sound as casual as possible, hiding away my bitter disappointment.

"But you should still come to New York.We can spend some time together? A night at the Plaza?"

"You think so?"

"Yeah, absolutely.I mean, you still wanna come see me, right?"

"Of course I do,"

"Great.I'll see you this weekend, then?"

"Yeah,"

"I love you, baby girl.Thank you for being so understanding,"

"Sure..."

As soon as I ended the call, I let out the biggest dramatic sigh ever.

phone angrily on

were in the living room, Sophie was eating cereal and watching TV, while Tristan was typing on his

working on the school

"Good morning, Emmie.Cereal?"

Sophie beamed cheerfully.

"Ugh, hmm,"

and staggered towards

"Uh-oh.That doesn’t look good,"

Sophie said to Tristan.

looked up from his laptop screen and

you? Is it that time of the

crack a joke, but

talked to lan on the phone," I said with another dramatic

Tristan

asked, "Wait,

supposed to go to a Van

got us a room at the Plaza because I said I

"Aw, that was sweet,"

Sophie pouted.

happened? He

Tristan asked.

got

"That girl Ally?"

Sophie narrowed her eyebrows.

"Yup,"

don’t even like her

causing me to laugh

told them

was always the thorn

a time, I was convinced that she was

the same idea, but Tristan

really is sick and Ian’s just trying to be a good friend for her? She

the more logical and mature out of all of

decided I should

wasn't gonna

is enough.I’m not gonna let this ruin my Christmas," I said, full of resolution as I sipped a gulp

your game plan?" Sophie

out there and be the supportive girlfriend that I am," I said

lan, then

care of her, I'll be right

Emmie.That's a very

knew I was trying too hard.Okay, confession time: lan and I were

if he thought I was a

I tended to overcompensate and act mature, even though on the inside I was

are you guys’

eager to change the subject.The more I thought about it,

New Jersey to meet my parents," Sophie said and she did a little

"That's a big step,"

are

I said

I got some work to do

eyes were glued to that laptop

Christmas? Really?" I

happen to be

need to get yourself a girlfriend.Your life is so sad,

Sophie commented.

life’s not that bad,"

up at me and said, "Plus, I already

a real

eyes at him

drama.I'd rather focus on school,

you can

"Nah, I'm good,"he shrugged.

what they say, more honey more

agree with

say I never

love being in a relationship

did think that being

world without having to worry about a boyfriend at home or long distance

and his future career

to Tristan, "And hey, if you get bored, you can always

your boyfriend? No, but

I thinking? Tristan would definitely rather stay here than be a third-wheel with me

felt like a third-wheel.I was the one that insisted

day, so if I wanted more time with him, I had to

was just

felt like I was third-wheeling on

was so doting on

day and feed her

these inside jokes that I didn’t know about, and they would

days of that, I gave

I stayed in his apartment, watching Home Alone, being

before New Year's Eve and our

ringing in the New Year together in such a beautiful place...doing...beautiful things with each

I’ve witnessed the past three days, the romance bone in

or picking out a sexy outfit for tomorrow, but I

and eating Cheetos and a tub of ice cream with

you heard that right.A

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