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.

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

to see you for an interview, maybe sometime next week,

"Ah...yes!"

gaped, half

"Yes, absolutely, yes!"

the 20th good for

"Yes, that’s perfect,"

though

will email you with the details of the

"Yes, wonderful,"

have a

Margaret, thank

excitement

my face as I

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

that

I reached

New York Magazine wants to interview me

squeaked and shook

"Who?"

Sophie asked.

like one of the

and I

you wanted!"the light bulb finally clicked

ran up to me and gave me a hug, "Congratulations,

god, you guys, I'm freaking

through

my hand because suddenly I felt so

me on Friday,

do great.He'll

waved her hand

look at

"Exactly,"

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"Perfectly said,"

nervous all of

said through gritted

York Magazine was my dream job ever since I found out I wanted to

with perhaps

my hand in his, squeezing it

on Friday.I can

Tristan added.

with my professor

Sophie pouted.

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

know if I'll

David Haskell is a feat in

Tristan replied.

man.He must really think highly of

we're celebrating no matter

looked at all their supportive

know what I'll ever do without

brightly, and Elliott leaned in to give

they tell you?" Tristan

job, I could start working there immediately right after

"Wow!" Sophie gasped.

looked taken

"That's amazing!"

Tristan nodded.

still can’t believe this is happening.Everything

somewhat

still need to do my research, prepare my portfolio and oh god, what am I gonna

we'll figure everything out.You have

week is not enough time to impress David Haskell, I have to get started

have to go

Emmie, we're in the middle

the

the meal, I'll make sure

"Please do,"

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

and

her, I gave Sophie one last

few days, I was

kinds of information about David Haskell and

a whole speech about why I think

so much for this interview, it was haunting me in my

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

My interview was in three days and I hadn’t picked

part of the interview because first impressions

confident and hardworking employee, but also

paper on the floor, I jumped up to my

mess, Marie Kondo would be appalled

and old boxes and suitcases and

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

that blazer? I know

pushed and shoved the pile of dirty

the corner of the room, I felt something

It was a book.

me and under the dim closet light, I read

the book that 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 it made my heart

what started our whole relationship in the first

him, but now, it was the

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

our favorite quote from the

and probably

that I kept it all these years, hidden

"Emma?"

heard Elliott's voice pulling me

you in

corner and covered it with a pile

"Elliott!"

turned around to see him standing in my

"Hey, what’s going on?"

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