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.

angrily on the bed

Sophie was eating cereal and watching TV, while

working on the

"Good morning, Emmie.Cereal?"

Sophie beamed cheerfully.

"Ugh, hmm,"

groaned incoherently and

"Uh-oh.That doesn’t look good,"

Sophie said to Tristan.

looked up from his laptop screen and watched me

with you? Is it that

tried to crack a

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

and Tristan

then turned to me and asked, "Wait, let me guess, he bailed on you

supposed to go to a Van Gogh

a room at the Plaza because I said I

"Aw, that was sweet,"

Sophie pouted.

what happened? He has

Tristan asked.

got

"That girl Ally?"

Sophie narrowed her eyebrows.

"Yup,"

hate her! I don’t even like her

to gag, causing me to

told them

always the thorn on

that she was

had the same idea, but Tristan brought up an

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

and mature

I should listen to

petty wasn't

I said, full of resolution as I sipped a gulp

your game plan?" Sophie

and be the supportive girlfriend

lan, then

taking care of her,

Emmie.That's a very

rolled her eyes sarcastically.She knew I was trying too hard.Okay, confession time: lan and I

he thought I was a

to overcompensate and act mature, even though on the inside

me.What are you guys’ plans

to change the subject.The more I thought

Micah to New Jersey to meet my parents," Sophie said and she

"That's a big step,"

are dying

I said

got some

eyes were glued to that laptop

through Christmas? Really?" I

happen to

girlfriend.Your life is so

Sophie commented.

life’s not that

and said,

a

at him

much drama.I'd rather focus on school, actually make something of myself, you know what

you can do both?"Sophie

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

they say, more honey more problems.I like my life right now.It’s

could agree

if I say I

get me wrong, I love being in a

I did think that being single has its

travel the world without having to worry about a

and his future career

happy for you too, "I said to Tristan, "And hey, if you get bored, you can always

boyfriend? No, but thanks for the offer though,"

course, what was I thinking? Tristan would definitely rather stay here than be a third-wheel with me and

a third-wheel.I was the one that insisted to go

if I wanted more time with him, I had to be there

was just so

like I was third-wheeling on Ian and

was so doting on

day and feed her when she

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

days of that, I gave

let Ian go to the hospital by himself and I stayed

was the day before New Year's Eve

most romantic thing ever, ringing in the New Year together in

the past three

my legs or picking out a sexy outfit for tomorrow,

the night watching TV and eating Cheetos

you heard that right.A

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