Teacher's Girl (Aflyingwhale)

Chapter 95: Last Love 

EMMA’s POV : 

--- Eight Months Later--- - 

"To the last finals week ever!"

I exclaimed and raised my glass.

"I'll never have to see another Calculus textbook ever again!"

Sophie chimed in, raising hers too.

"Four years of sleepless nights and anxiety over student debt, and now we get to do it all again, except with a job instead of school,"

Tristan added and we burst out laughing.

Sophie, Tristan, and I were celebrating the last finals week of our college career.

The three of us and Elliott went to this fancy Italian restaurant and ordered one of their most expensive bottles of wine.

Why? Because we freaking deserved it, that's why.

We had been slaving our asses off for the last four years, and this week was the end of all that.

"I don’t remember being this happy graduating from university,"

Elliott chuckled and watched us merrily downed our drinks.

"Once you start working, you're going to wish you're still back in school,"

"That's what a lot of people say, but I’m just tired of learning, you know?"

Sophie replied.

"I'm ready to get out there and do something real for a change,"

"Hear, hear,"

Tristan raised his glass again.

"Yeah, me too,"

I agreed.

"I’m kinda over school.I’m tired of being a student,"

"Ah, school,"

Elliott nodded and sighed, "Students hate it, and us teachers hate it too.How could it last for so long? Who knows,"he shrugged and we laughed.

This was a big week for me, the last week of me being a student.

What an interesting word.

Student.

School.

Teacher.

He hasn't been my teacher for years, but every time the word comes up, all I could think of him was him.

"So, what are your plans after graduation?"

Elliott asked the group.

"I'm thinking Chicago or New York, but I might be persuaded to stay in Philly if there’s a good offer,"

Sophie answered.

"I'm keeping my options open,"

Tristan said.

"I applied everywhere, but I’m really into the Times or the San Francisco Chronicle.If I could get a shot out there, that'd be amazing,"

"And you, love?"

Elliott asked me.

"Well, I've been applying to places, but so far I haven't heard from any"

* RING * RING * RING * My words were suddenly cut short by the sudden ringing of my phone.

I picked it up quickly and muttered, "Sorry..."

I was about to hit the reject button, when I noticed that it was a 212 number calling me.212 was the area code for Manhattan.Who could possibly be calling me from Manhattan? Oh, wait a minute...

"Guys, it's a New York number,"

I said, pausing for a second before getting up and leaving the table.

"Excuse me for a second,"

Making my way through the row of tables, I quickly stepped outside the restaurant and picked up the phone before it stopped ringing.

"Hello?"

I pressed the phone tightly to my ears.

"Hi, is this Emma Sinclair?"a woman's voice spoke.

"Yes, this is she,"

"Hi, Emma.

I’m Margaret, and I’m calling on behalf of David Haskell from the New York Magazine,"

Margaret's voice was calm and clear, but the moment I heard the words ‘New York Magazine’, I almost dropped my phone in shock.

"Oh, hey, hi, yes,"

I stammered nervously.

"David's seen your resume and he’s heard great things about you from your professor.

a position in our office that he thinks is perfect for you and you can start right

an interview, maybe sometime next week, would you be

"Ah...yes!"

gaped, half

"Yes, absolutely, yes!"

20th good

"Yes, that’s perfect,"

though she

with the details of the interview time

"Yes, wonderful,"

have a

thank you

squeaking in excitement as I turned off the

had the biggest smile on my face as I made my way back

was floating, like this must

that all

I reached the

Haskell from the New York Magazine wants to interview me for

yelped and squeaked and shook my

"Who?"

Sophie asked.

crap, he’s like one of the greatest

and

my goodness, that’s the job you wanted!"the

ran up to me and gave me a

god, you guys, I'm

through ragged

was fanning myself with my hand because suddenly

wants to interview me on Friday, next

great.He'll

waved her

look at

"Exactly,"

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"Perfectly said,"

I'm so nervous all of

said through

York Magazine was my dream job ever since I found out I wanted

I applied for the job, I didn’t even think I was gonna get a call, let alone an interview with perhaps the greatest

and took my hand

I’m free on Friday.I can drive you

Tristan added.

meeting with my professor

Sophie pouted.

rooting for you.And I'll be waiting at

know if

getting an interview with David Haskell is a feat in itself, you

Tristan replied.

busy man.He must really think highly of you

no matter what,"Sophie stated

looked at

know what I'll

brightly, and Elliott leaned in to give me a kiss on the

did they

if I get the job, I could

"Wow!" Sophie gasped.

looked taken

"That's amazing!"

Tristan nodded.

know, I still can’t believe this is

stuttered, somewhat hyperventilating a

still need to do my research, prepare my portfolio

we'll figure everything out.You

Haskell, I have to get started right away!"I got

have to go

the middle of celebrating,"Sophie

guys, I'll celebrate after David Haskell,"I gulped the last of my wine down

and finish the meal, I'll make sure she

"Please do,"

little naughty glint in her eyes when she

and waved

my eyes at her, I gave Sophie one last glare

days, I was Emma

cramming all kinds of information about David Haskell and

speech about why I think I'd be perfect to

this interview, it

that as David Haskell was interviewing me in front of the board

to find something to wear! My interview was in three days and I hadn’t picked out an

of the interview because first

"Hello, I'm Emma and I'm a confident and hardworking employee, but also I can be fun and creative and I

paper on the floor, I jumped up to my feet and headed for

Marie Kondo would be appalled

scattered everywhere and old boxes and suitcases and everything were

I was going to do a deep cleaning after I was done with finals, but turns out I had

where’s that blazer? I know

pile of dirty laundry away, scavenging

into the corner of the room, I

It was a book.

and under the dim closet light, I read the title of the

to read together and we quoted

I'd keep my books on the shelves, but I had shoved this book so far deep inside my closet because looking at it

was what started our whole relationship in the

but now, it was the most

does something so beautiful have to hurt this bad? And deep inside the closet, right under the

he had our favorite quote from the book

was the first present he ever got me and probably the

it all these years, hidden deep inside

"Emma?"

pulling

you in

book and locket back to the corner and covered it with a

"Elliott!"

around to see him standing in my

"Hey, what’s going on?"

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