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.

that he thinks is perfect for you and you can start right

maybe sometime next week, would you be available for

"Ah...yes!"

half gaped, half

"Yes, absolutely, yes!"

the 20th good

"Yes, that’s perfect,"

though she couldn't

will email you with the details of the interview

"Yes, wonderful,"

a

Margaret, thank you so,

and squeaking in excitement

biggest smile on my face as I made my way

I was

that

I reached

New York Magazine wants to

squeaked and shook my

"Who?"

Sophie asked.

like one of

and I nodded

you wanted!"the light bulb finally clicked in

me a hug, "Congratulations, Emmie, you totally deserve

guys,

said through ragged

with my hand

to interview me on Friday,

great.He'll

her hand

at

"Exactly,"

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"Perfectly said,"

no, I'm so nervous all of

through

since I found out I wanted to work in

an interview with perhaps the greatest editor of all time! "You'll be all

smiled reassuringly and took my hand in his, squeezing

free on Friday.I can drive you

Tristan added.

meeting with my professor that Friday, so I

Sophie pouted.

be rooting for you.And I'll be waiting

know if I'll get

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

Tristan replied.

is a busy man.He must really think highly of

so we're celebrating no

guys,"I smiled and looked at all

I'll ever do

smiled brightly, and Elliott leaned in to give

what else did they tell you?" Tristan

get the job, I could start working there immediately

"Wow!" Sophie gasped.

looked taken

"That's amazing!"

Tristan nodded.

know, I still can’t believe this is happening.Everything happened

stuttered, somewhat

do my research, prepare my portfolio and

figure everything out.You have

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

to

we're in the middle of celebrating,"Sophie

gulped the last of my wine down

make sure she gets home okay,"Elliott stood up

"Please do,"

eyes when she added, "And help

and waved

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

next few days, I was

kinds of information about David Haskell and

whole speech about why I think

interview, it was haunting me in

that as David Haskell was interviewing me in front of the board of editors, I was standing in front of them, butt

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

important part of the interview because

confident and hardworking employee, but also I

research paper on the floor, I

a complete mess, Marie Kondo would be appalled at the

scattered everywhere and old boxes and suitcases and everything were just crammed in

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

that blazer? I know I

on the ground, I pushed and shoved the pile of

into the corner of the room, I felt something small

It was a book.

closet light, I read

I used to

but I had shoved this book so far deep inside my closet because looking at

was what started our whole

him, but now, it was the most

bad? And deep inside the closet, right under

he had our favorite quote

ever got me and probably

to me that I kept it all these years, hidden deep inside the dark

"Emma?"

Elliott's voice pulling me back to

are you in

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

"Elliott!"

see him standing in

"Hey, what’s going on?"

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