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.

he thinks is perfect for you and you

to see you for an interview, maybe sometime next week, would you be available

"Ah...yes!"

gaped, half

"Yes, absolutely, yes!"

is Friday the 20th good for you? Say around

"Yes, that’s perfect,"

though

will email you with the details of

"Yes, wonderful,"

have a good night,

Margaret, thank you so, so

squeaking in excitement as I

smile on my face as I made

part of me felt like I was floating, like this must be

that

reached the table and sat

the New York Magazine wants to interview me

and

"Who?"

Sophie asked.

he’s like one of the

gaped and I nodded

you wanted!"the light

gave me a hug, "Congratulations, Emmie, you

god, you guys, I'm

said through ragged

fanning myself with my hand because suddenly

interview me on

great.He'll

waved her hand

look at you,

"Exactly,"

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"Perfectly said,"

nervous all

through gritted

my dream job ever since

a call, let alone an interview with perhaps

took my hand in his,

I’m free on Friday.I can drive you

Tristan added.

professor that

Sophie pouted.

I'll be waiting

even know if I'll get the

is a feat in itself,

Tristan replied.

is a busy man.He must really think highly of you

no matter

and looked at

I'll ever do without

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

they

job, I could start working

"Wow!" Sophie gasped.

Elliott looked

"That's amazing!"

Tristan nodded.

believe

somewhat hyperventilating

still need to do my research, prepare my portfolio and oh

figure everything out.You have

enough time to impress David Haskell, I have to get started right away!"I

to

the middle of

guys, I'll celebrate after David Haskell,"I gulped the

two should stay and finish the meal, I'll make sure she gets home okay,"Elliott stood up

"Please do,"

in her eyes when she added, "And help

and waved

gave Sophie one last glare

next few days, I was Emma the busy

information about David Haskell and the

made a whole speech about why I think I'd

interview, it was haunting

night, I dreamt that as David Haskell was interviewing me in front of

find something to wear! My interview was in three days

outfit was an important part of the

needed something that would say, "Hello, I'm Emma and I'm a confident and hardworking employee, but also I can be fun and

floor, I

mess, Marie Kondo would be

and old boxes and suitcases and everything

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

know I have

on the ground, I pushed and shoved the pile of dirty laundry

corner of the room, I felt something

It was a book.

closet light, I read the title of the book, Wuthering

book that lan and I used to

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

started our whole relationship

but now, it

mean, why does something so beautiful have to hurt this bad? And deep inside the closet, right under the book, was the heart

inside, he had our favorite quote

first present he ever got me and

it all these years, hidden

"Emma?"

Elliott's voice pulling me back to

you

book and locket back to the corner and covered it

"Elliott!"

turned around to see him standing in my

"Hey, what’s going on?"

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