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

for an interview, maybe sometime

"Ah...yes!"

half gaped,

"Yes, absolutely, yes!"

20th good for you? Say around

"Yes, that’s perfect,"

vigorously, though

with the details of

"Yes, wonderful,"

right, have a good night,

you, Margaret, thank you so, so

and squeaking in excitement as I

face as

was floating, like this must

was that all

reached

the New York Magazine wants to interview me for a

yelped and squeaked and shook my hands in

"Who?"

Sophie asked.

of the greatest editors of all

and I nodded

you wanted!"the light

gave me

guys, I'm

said through ragged

with my hand because suddenly

wants to interview me

do great.He'll

her

look at

"Exactly,"

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"Perfectly said,"

nervous

through

since I found out I wanted

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

smiled reassuringly and took my hand in

Friday.I can

Tristan added.

a meeting with my professor that Friday, so I

Sophie pouted.

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

even know if I'll get

is a feat in itself, you should be proud

Tristan replied.

David Haskell is a busy man.He must

we're celebrating no matter

looked

what I'll

in to give me a kiss on the

what else did they

I get the job, I could

"Wow!" Sophie gasped.

Elliott looked taken

"That's amazing!"

Tristan nodded.

can’t believe this is happening.Everything

somewhat hyperventilating

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

figure everything out.You have

I have to get started right away!"I got

to go

the middle

guys, I'll celebrate after David Haskell,"I gulped the last of my wine

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

"Please do,"

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

and waved

at her, I gave Sophie one last glare before turning

the next few days, I was Emma the busy

was cramming all kinds of information about David Haskell

why I think I'd be perfect to work

much for this interview,

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

wear! My interview was in three days and I

of

and I'm a confident and hardworking

floor, I

Marie Kondo would be appalled at

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

after I was done with finals, but turns out I had one more thing to prepare for

I know I have

the pile of

as my hand reached deep into the corner of the room,

It was a book.

it towards me and under the dim closet light, I read the title

lan and I used to

but I had shoved this book so far

started our whole

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

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

inside, he had our favorite quote from

and probably the best present I'd ever

I kept it all these years, hidden

"Emma?"

voice pulling me back

you

back to the corner and covered it with

"Elliott!"

to see him standing

"Hey, what’s going on?"

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