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 the bed and walked

Tristan were in the living room, Sophie was eating cereal and

on

"Good morning, Emmie.Cereal?"

Sophie beamed cheerfully.

"Ugh, hmm,"

and staggered towards the

"Uh-oh.That doesn’t look good,"

Sophie said to Tristan.

looked up from his laptop screen and watched me

with you? Is it

a joke, but I

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

Tristan

turned to me and asked, "Wait, let me guess, he

were supposed to go to

Plaza because I said I wanted to

"Aw, that was sweet,"

Sophie pouted.

happened? He has to

Tristan asked.

he’s got this

"That girl Ally?"

Sophie narrowed her eyebrows.

"Yup,"

I don’t even

pretended to gag, causing me

them

was always the

that she was out to

same idea, but

Ian’s just trying to be a good friend for her? She did help him start the gallery, which is Ian’s dream.He

more logical and mature

should listen to

wasn't

let this ruin my Christmas," I said, full of resolution as I sipped a gulp of

your game plan?"

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

then

lan's gonna have to spend Christmas taking care

Emmie.That's a very mature

confession time: lan and I were eight years apart, I was secretly always insecure

I wondered if he thought I

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

are you guys’

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

to meet my

"That's a big step,"

are dying to

I said

I got some work to do for

were glued to that laptop

Christmas?

happen to be enjoying

girlfriend.Your life

Sophie commented.

my life’s not that bad," He shushed

then looked up at me and said, "Plus, I already have a

a real

rolled my eyes at him

rather focus on school, actually make something of myself, you know

can

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

say, more honey more problems.I like my

could agree with

say I never thought about being

wrong, I love being in a relationship with

sometimes I did think that

Tiff for example, she could travel the world without having to worry about a

school and his future career without any soap

"I said to Tristan, "And hey,

No,

I thinking? Tristan would definitely rather stay here than be a

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

there every day, so if I wanted more time with him, I

it was

was third-wheeling

was so

would bring her lunch every day and feed her when

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

days of that,

the hospital by himself and I stayed in his apartment, watching

Eve and our suite

thing ever, ringing in the New Year together in such a beautiful

what I’ve witnessed the past three days,

shaving my legs or picking out a sexy outfit for tomorrow, but I couldn't care

and eating Cheetos and a tub

heard that right.A

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