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.

is perfect for you

wants to see you for an interview, maybe

"Ah...yes!"

half gaped, half

"Yes, absolutely, yes!"

the 20th good

"Yes, that’s perfect,"

though she

you with the details

"Yes, wonderful,"

have a good

you, Margaret, thank you so,

and squeaking in excitement as I turned off

as I made my

me felt like I was floating, like

was that all

I reached the

New York Magazine wants

and shook my

"Who?"

Sophie asked.

of the greatest

and

the job you wanted!"the light bulb finally clicked in

me a

guys, I'm freaking

through

with my hand because suddenly I felt

wants to interview me

do great.He'll love

waved her

at you, who

"Exactly,"

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"Perfectly said,"

I'm so nervous

said through gritted

ever since

an interview with perhaps

took my hand in his, squeezing

Friday.I can

Tristan added.

have a meeting with my professor that Friday, so

Sophie pouted.

be waiting at home with pizza

don’t even know if I'll get the

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

Tristan replied.

David Haskell is a busy man.He must really think

no matter what,"Sophie

guys,"I smiled and looked at

don't know what I'll

to give me a kiss on the

else did they tell

job, I could start working there immediately right

"Wow!" Sophie gasped.

Elliott looked

"That's amazing!"

Tristan nodded.

believe this is

somewhat

prepare my portfolio

everything

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

to go

we're in the middle of celebrating,"Sophie

after David Haskell,"I gulped the last of my wine down and

and finish the meal, I'll make sure she

"Please do,"

in her eyes

chuckled and waved

at her, I gave Sophie one

next few days, I was Emma

all kinds of information about David

a whole speech about why I think

for this interview, it was haunting

front of the board of editors, I was standing in front of them, butt

interview was in three days and I hadn’t picked

an important part of the interview because first impressions

I'm Emma and I'm a confident and hardworking employee, but also I can be

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

Marie Kondo would

was scattered everywhere and old boxes and suitcases and

done with finals, but turns out I

I know I have

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

as my hand reached deep into the corner of the room, I felt something small

It was a book.

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

lan and I used to read together and we

book

what started our whole

but now, it was the most horrible book

have to hurt this bad? And deep inside the closet,

the inside, he had our favorite quote from

the first present he ever got me and probably the best present I'd ever

kept it all these years, hidden deep inside the

"Emma?"

voice pulling me back to

you in

back to the corner and

"Elliott!"

to see him standing in my

"Hey, what’s going on?"

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