Teacher's Girl (Aflyingwhale)
Chapter 80: Bubble Burst
EMMA’s POV :
"Is that her? What did she say?"
Sophie gasped when we heard Tristan's phone buzzed.
"Nothing… it wasn’t her..."
Tristan sighed as he scanned his screen, "And she left me on read..."
"See! I knew it!" Sophie exclaimed.
Tristan rolled his eyes and threw his phone on the bed.
He looked upset and defeated.
He rolled over to his side, avoiding eye contact with us.
"Soph, don’t gloat," I nudged her elbow because she was being insensitive.
"But we're right about her, Emmie. She's a bitch!"
Sophie announced.
"She is a bitch, but Tristan’'s still getting his heart broken," I hissed.
Sophie’s eyes softened as she realized that her brother was hurting because of this.
Even though it was the truth and it was what he needed to hear.
"I'm sorry, I.."
Sophie said as she brushed Tristan’s arm lightly.
"Whatever. It's whatever," Tristan waved his hand carelessly.
"You'll find someone better, I promise.You deserve someone so much better than her," Sophie cooed.
"Whatever.Just leave me alone,"
Sophie and I shared a look and we knew we had to get out of there.
Once we stepped away from his room, I turned to Sophie and asked, "Is he gonna be okay?"
"I hope so.He's been in love with this girl for years.But I guess it's better that he knows now than later," she sighed.
"Yeah..."
"Are you going to the station? I'm going out for a club meeting, I can drop you off?"
Sophie said when she noticed I was dressed up and ready to go.
I thought about saying yes, but then I took another glimpse at Tristan who was lying on his bed and I felt bad for him.
When I was having problems with Ian, he stayed up all night with me and listened to my sob stories.
"Actually...on second thought, I think I’m gonna stay here today,"I said.
"You're not going to the city?"
"I'll stay with Tristan.I think he could use a friend,"
"You're such a good friend, Emmie," Sophie smiled appreciatively.
"You two will do the same for me if the situation was reversed,"I shrugged.
"Thanks.Please take care of my brother for me,"
"Will do,"
I walked back into the apartment carrying a shopping bag full of stuff.I was struggling to carry everything while holding a phone to my ear.
"Hello?"I heard Ian’s voice on the other line.
"Emma? Are you on your way?"
"Ian, hey, I'm sorry I'm gonna have to bail on today.Tristan’s having a rough time and I think I should stay with him for a bit," I said apologetically.
"Tristan? Your roommate?"
"Yeah, he’s having girl problem and I feel bad for him,"
"So you can’t come today because you stay with him?" I could hear the note of disdain on his voice.
"Ian, he really needs a friend right now,"I pleaded,
"..Yeah, sure, I guess..."Ian sounded disappointed, "
But no drinking and you stay five feet apart from each other at alltimes,"
"Alright, alright, you possessive man,"I laughed.
"I’m not kidding, Emma.I don’t know him.I don't trust him,"
"But you trust me, right?"
"Of course,"
you have nothing to
let out a deep sigh before saying, "Alright,
sorry.I'll make it up
"Looking forward to it,"
and put my phone away.I walked over to Tristan’s room and the door was still closed
one hand, my
I said as I peered the door
here?" Tristan said
in the
decided I’m gonna stay in
"Why?"
I
edge of the bed and pulled out two things from the
and ice cream? Emma, we're twins, but I’m not
cream were Sophie's favorite things, but
sweets are the first step to getting
a sip
friend," I said as I pulled out my discount coupon for Mr.Kim’s
"What?"
gaped at me as I tugged on his
go.You can sing your heart out.Scream it all out.And if nothing works, Sophie’s got
know I got Tristan to agree with me, but we ended up going to karaoke
lungs out
Adele to Sam Smith, to old school rock songs like Queen
somewhere that singing was actually good
see it was working for Tristan too.At first, he was reluctant to sing.But after a while, he got
wish nothing but the best for you too~ Don’t forget me! I beg! I remember you said sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts
were not singers by any means, but screaming our lungs
you don’t know what it’s like
coarse and our throats were dry,
butt off when I sang
truck driver because my
found it
got some chicken and beer.Ian didn’t want me to drink, so I wasn't drinking,
his words and he spilled his heart out, talking about his unrequited love for Monique and how he
forever, Tristan.One day you'll find someone who'll make you realize why it never worked
I said to him.
a cliché, but that was
the case for
and he showed me that we were only
of beer, Tristan was
Uber and managed
was just praying he wouldn't pass out in
think I could carry him all by
be
into his room
he was
like the car ride had sobered him
he called out as I was about to leave
"Yeah?"
keeping me
for a moment before
the light in his room and said, "No problem, T.Sweet
back to
in rent so I could get the bigger room with the
quick shower, I wrapped a towel around my body and walked towards
my PJs out when I heard my
was a call from
I quickly picked up the
miss you," he
miss you too," I said, smiling to
"How's your friend doing?"
better now.Thanks for being so understanding.You really
am," he said smugly
little bit of
he was about to
"So..." he trailed.
"So?"
"What are you wearing?"
question caught me off
my body, still wet from the shower,
all," I chose to
towel until it fell to the ground and
tell me you’re alone in your room and not
"Of course!"
for a moment before asking, "And what are
stifling a laugh and he said,
"Of course,"
voice
little as I
popped up within seconds and he was beaming at
gorgeous," he
"Oh, stop," I blushed.
all the way down to my
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