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

interview, maybe sometime next week, would you

"Ah...yes!"

gaped, half

"Yes, absolutely, yes!"

the 20th good for you? Say around

"Yes, that’s perfect,"

vigorously, though she

you with the details of

"Yes, wonderful,"

have a good night,

Margaret, thank you

was squealing and squeaking in excitement as

had the biggest smile on my face as I made my way back to the

part of me felt like I was floating, like this must

was that

reached the

the New York Magazine wants to interview me

and squeaked and shook my hands

"Who?"

Sophie asked.

crap, he’s like one of the greatest editors of all

gaped and

goodness, that’s the job you wanted!"the light bulb finally clicked in Sophie’s

up to me and gave me

you guys, I'm freaking

through

myself with my hand because suddenly I felt so

to interview me on

great.He'll

waved her hand

mean, look at you,

"Exactly,"

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"Perfectly said,"

no, I'm so nervous all

said through

my dream job ever since I found out I wanted to work

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

my

I’m free on Friday.I can

Tristan added.

a meeting with my professor that Friday, so I can't

Sophie pouted.

I'll be rooting for you.And I'll be waiting

know if I'll

Haskell is a feat

Tristan replied.

man.He must really think highly of you to interview

so we're celebrating no

you guys,"I smiled and looked at

don't know what I'll ever do without

leaned in to give me a kiss on the cheek, whispering,

else did they tell you?" Tristan

I could start working there

"Wow!" Sophie gasped.

Elliott looked taken

"That's amazing!"

Tristan nodded.

believe

somewhat hyperventilating

need to do my research, prepare my

figure everything out.You

have

to

in the

gulped the

should stay and finish the meal, I'll make sure she gets home okay,"Elliott

"Please do,"

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

chuckled and waved

gave Sophie one last glare

next few days, I was Emma the busy

kinds of information about David Haskell and

about why I think I'd be perfect

preparing so much for this interview, it was haunting

Haskell was interviewing me in front of the board of editors, I

My interview was in three days and I hadn’t

was an important part of the interview because

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

on the floor, I jumped up

closet was a complete mess, Marie Kondo would be appalled at

laundry was scattered everywhere and old boxes and suitcases and everything were just

but turns out I had one more thing

where’s that blazer? I know I have

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

corner of the room, I felt something small

It was a book.

under the dim closet light,

I used to read together and we quoted it

shoved this book so far

book was what started our

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

inside, he had our

ever got me and probably the

all these years, hidden deep inside the dark and

"Emma?"

Elliott's voice pulling me back to

you in

locket back to the corner and covered it

"Elliott!"

around to see

"Hey, what’s going on?"

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