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.

thinks is perfect for you

interview, maybe sometime next week, would you be available

"Ah...yes!"

gaped,

"Yes, absolutely, yes!"

then is Friday the 20th good for you? Say around

"Yes, that’s perfect,"

nodded vigorously, though she couldn't see

email you with the details of the interview

"Yes, wonderful,"

a good night,

thank you

in excitement

smile on my face as

I was floating, like this must be

that

asked as I reached the

the New York Magazine wants

and squeaked and shook my

"Who?"

Sophie asked.

of the greatest editors of

gaped and I nodded

wanted!"the light bulb finally clicked in

to me and gave me a hug, "Congratulations, Emmie,

guys, I'm freaking

through ragged

hand because suddenly I felt so

wants to interview me on Friday, next

great.He'll

her hand

at you,

"Exactly,"

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"Perfectly said,"

so nervous all

said through gritted

ever since I found out

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

and took my hand in his,

free on Friday.I can drive you guys to

Tristan added.

meeting with my professor that Friday, so

Sophie pouted.

for you.And I'll be waiting

even know if I'll get the job,

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

Tristan replied.

a busy man.He must really think highly of you to interview

so we're celebrating no matter what,"Sophie stated

you guys,"I smiled and looked

I'll ever

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

else did they tell

I get the job, I could start working

"Wow!" Sophie gasped.

looked

"That's amazing!"

Tristan nodded.

still can’t believe this is

stuttered, somewhat hyperventilating

prepare my portfolio and oh god, what am I gonna

figure everything out.You

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

to

Emmie, we're in the middle of

the last of my

the meal, I'll make sure she gets home okay,"Elliott stood up next to

"Please do,"

her eyes when she added, "And help her blow off that steam,

chuckled and waved

gave Sophie one last glare before turning

days, I

about David Haskell and the

even made a whole speech about why I think I'd be perfect

preparing so much for this interview, it was haunting

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

My interview was

of the interview because first impressions

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

floor, I jumped up to my feet and

was a complete mess, Marie Kondo would be appalled at

and old boxes and suitcases

I was going to do a deep cleaning after I was done with finals, but turns out I had one more thing to prepare for before I

I know I have

and shoved the pile of dirty laundry away,

into the corner of the room, I felt something

It was a book.

it towards me and under the dim closet light, I read the title of

I used to read

on the shelves, but I had shoved this book so far deep inside my

what started our whole relationship

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

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

the inside, he had our

ever got me and

kept it all these years, hidden

"Emma?"

heard Elliott's voice pulling me

are you

book and locket back to the corner and

"Elliott!"

to see him

"Hey, what’s going on?"

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