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.

position in our office that he thinks is perfect for you

interview, maybe sometime next week,

"Ah...yes!"

half gaped, half

"Yes, absolutely, yes!"

the 20th good for you?

"Yes, that’s perfect,"

vigorously, though she

right.I will email you with the details of the interview time

"Yes, wonderful,"

have a good night,

Margaret, thank you so, so

and squeaking in excitement as I

as I made my way

I was floating, like this must be a

was that

as I reached the table and sat

New York Magazine wants to

and shook my hands in

"Who?"

Sophie asked.

crap, he’s like one of the greatest

and I nodded

that’s the job you wanted!"the light

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

you guys,

through

fanning myself with my hand because suddenly I

wants to interview me on Friday, next

great.He'll love

her hand

at you,

"Exactly,"

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"Perfectly said,"

no, I'm so nervous all of

said through gritted

my dream job ever since I found out I

let alone an interview with

took my hand in his, squeezing

on Friday.I can drive you guys to

Tristan added.

meeting with my professor that Friday,

Sophie pouted.

I'll be waiting at home with pizza and champagne

know if I'll get the job,

an interview with David Haskell is a feat in itself,

Tristan replied.

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

we're celebrating no matter

smiled and looked at all

I'll ever do without

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

else did they tell you?"

get the job, I could

"Wow!" Sophie gasped.

looked taken

"That's amazing!"

Tristan nodded.

know, I still can’t believe

stuttered, somewhat hyperventilating

to do my research, prepare my portfolio and oh god, what am

figure everything out.You have

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

have to

in the middle of celebrating,"Sophie

the last of my wine down and

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

"Please do,"

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

chuckled and

eyes at her, I gave Sophie one

days, I was Emma the busy

all kinds of information about David Haskell and the New

speech about why I think

interview,

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

something to wear! My interview was in three days and

an important part of

I'm a confident and hardworking employee, but also

stack of books and research paper on the floor, I jumped up to

a complete mess, Marie Kondo would be appalled at

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

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 could

I know

the pile of dirty laundry

the corner of the room, I felt something small and

It was a book.

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

the book that lan and I used to

books on the shelves, but I had shoved this book

what started our whole relationship in the first

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

to hurt this bad? And deep inside the closet, right under the book, was the heart locket that lan

had our

ever got me and

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

"Emma?"

pulling

are you in

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

"Elliott!"

turned around to see him standing

"Hey, what’s going on?"

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