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.

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

see you for an interview, maybe sometime

"Ah...yes!"

half gaped,

"Yes, absolutely, yes!"

Friday the 20th good

"Yes, that’s perfect,"

nodded vigorously, though

right.I will email you with the details

"Yes, wonderful,"

have a

Margaret, thank

was squealing and squeaking in excitement as I turned off

as

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

was that

I reached

the New York Magazine wants to interview

and shook

"Who?"

Sophie asked.

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

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

you guys, I'm freaking

through ragged

myself with my hand because suddenly I

me on Friday, next

great.He'll

her hand

look at you,

"Exactly,"

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"Perfectly said,"

I'm so nervous

said through

job ever since I found

interview with perhaps the greatest editor of all time! "You'll be all right, love.I'll come with you to the

my hand

can drive you

Tristan added.

with my professor that Friday,

Sophie pouted.

you.And I'll be waiting at home with pizza and

don’t even know if

a feat in itself, you should be proud

Tristan replied.

busy man.He must

so we're celebrating no matter what,"Sophie

smiled and looked at all their

know what I'll

to give me

else did they tell you?" Tristan

job, I could start working

"Wow!" Sophie gasped.

looked taken

"That's amazing!"

Tristan nodded.

can’t believe this is happening.Everything happened so

stuttered, somewhat hyperventilating a

research, prepare my portfolio and oh

figure everything out.You

I have to get started right away!"I got up to my

to go

Emmie, we're in the middle of

Haskell,"I gulped the last of my

meal, I'll make sure she gets home

"Please do,"

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

and

Sophie

few days, I was Emma the

cramming all kinds of information about David Haskell and

a whole speech about why I think I'd be perfect to work

much for this interview, it

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

interview was in three days and I hadn’t

was an important part of the interview

say, "Hello, I'm Emma and I'm a confident and hardworking employee,

and research paper on the floor, I jumped up to my

complete mess, Marie Kondo

boxes and suitcases and everything were just

I was going to do a deep cleaning after I was done with finals, but turns out I

know I have it

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

reached deep into the corner of the room, I felt

It was a book.

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

lan and I used to read together and we quoted it all

I'd keep my books on the shelves, but I had shoved this book so far deep inside my closet because looking at

was what started our

I met him, but now, it was the

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

our favorite quote from the book

me and probably the best present I'd ever

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

"Emma?"

Elliott's voice pulling me

you in

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

"Elliott!"

to see him standing in

"Hey, what’s going on?"

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