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 and you can start right after

maybe

"Ah...yes!"

half gaped,

"Yes, absolutely, yes!"

the 20th good for

"Yes, that’s perfect,"

though

right.I will email you with the details

"Yes, wonderful,"

a good night,

thank you so,

and squeaking in excitement as I

my face as I made my way back to

like I was floating, like this must

was that

I reached the table and

New York Magazine

and

"Who?"

Sophie asked.

one of the greatest editors of

and

that’s the job you wanted!"the light bulb

up to me and gave me a hug, "Congratulations, Emmie, you totally

you guys, I'm

said through ragged

fanning myself with my hand because suddenly

interview me on Friday, next

do great.He'll

waved her hand

mean, look at you, who

"Exactly,"

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"Perfectly said,"

I'm so nervous all of a

said through gritted

my dream job ever since I found out I wanted to

even think I was gonna get a call, let alone an interview with perhaps the greatest editor of all time! "You'll be all right, love.I'll come with you

took my hand in his, squeezing it

Friday.I can drive you guys

Tristan added.

with my professor that Friday, so

Sophie pouted.

I'll be waiting at home with pizza and champagne

even know if I'll get

with David Haskell is a feat in

Tristan replied.

man.He must really think highly of you to

no matter

smiled and looked at all their

don't know what I'll

smiled brightly, and Elliott leaned in to give me a

did they tell

I get the job, I could start working there immediately right

"Wow!" Sophie gasped.

looked

"That's amazing!"

Tristan nodded.

can’t believe this is

somewhat

my research, prepare my portfolio and oh god, what

figure everything out.You have

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

have to

the

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

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

"Please do,"

glint in her eyes when she added, "And help her blow off

and

her, I gave Sophie one last glare before turning to

next few days, I was Emma

about David

why I think I'd be perfect to work in their

preparing so much for this interview, it was haunting me

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

interview was in

part of the interview because first

I'm a confident and hardworking employee,

books and research paper on the floor, I jumped

a complete mess, Marie Kondo would be appalled at

and old boxes and suitcases and everything were just

cleaning after I was done with finals, but turns out I had one more

know I have it

and shoved the pile of dirty laundry away,

corner of the

It was a book.

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

used to read together

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

our whole

before I met him, 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 locket

had our

present he ever got me and probably

it all these years, hidden deep inside the dark and dirty

"Emma?"

heard Elliott's voice pulling

are you

pushed the book and locket back to the corner

"Elliott!"

to see him standing in my

"Hey, what’s going on?"

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