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.

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

maybe sometime

"Ah...yes!"

half gaped,

"Yes, absolutely, yes!"

is Friday the 20th good

"Yes, that’s perfect,"

though she couldn't

will email you with the details of

"Yes, wonderful,"

right, have a good

you, Margaret, thank

squeaking in excitement as

my face as I made my way back to

of me felt like I was floating, like this must

that

reached the table

Haskell from the New York Magazine wants to

yelped and squeaked and shook my

"Who?"

Sophie asked.

of the greatest editors

and I nodded

job you wanted!"the light bulb

gave me a hug,

god, you guys, I'm freaking

said through

hand because suddenly I felt so

to interview me on Friday, next

great.He'll love

waved her hand

look at you,

"Exactly,"

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"Perfectly said,"

I'm so nervous all of

said through gritted

New York Magazine was my dream job ever since I found

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

took my hand

on Friday.I can drive you

Tristan added.

with my professor that Friday, so

Sophie pouted.

for you.And I'll be waiting at home with pizza and champagne to

if

is a feat in itself, you should be

Tristan replied.

mean, David Haskell is a busy man.He must really

no matter

and looked at all their

don't know what I'll ever do without

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

what else did they

I could start

"Wow!" Sophie gasped.

looked

"That's amazing!"

Tristan nodded.

still can’t believe this is

somewhat hyperventilating a

need to do my research, prepare my portfolio and oh god, what

we'll figure everything out.You have time,"Sophie

time to impress David Haskell, I have to get started right away!"I got up to my feet

have to

Emmie, we're in the middle of

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

the meal, I'll make

"Please do,"

eyes

and

at her, I gave Sophie one last glare before turning to my

I

of information about David Haskell and the New

speech about why I think I'd

was preparing so much for this interview, it was haunting me in

me in front of the

was in three days

important part of the interview

I'm a confident and hardworking employee, but also

research paper on the floor, I jumped up to my feet

Marie Kondo would be appalled at the

and suitcases and everything were just crammed

done with finals, but turns out I had one more thing to prepare for before I could

know I have it in

the pile of dirty laundry away, scavenging

corner of the room, I felt something small and

It was a book.

me and under the dim closet light, I read the

the book that lan and I used to read together and

book so far deep inside

started our whole relationship in the

favorite book before I met him, but now, it was the most horrible

have to hurt this bad? And deep inside

the inside, he had our favorite quote from the

got me and probably the best present I'd ever gotten in my

meaningful to me that I kept it all

"Emma?"

voice pulling me back

you

back to the corner

"Elliott!"

to see him

"Hey, what’s going on?"

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