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.

that he thinks is perfect for you and

maybe sometime next

"Ah...yes!"

gaped,

"Yes, absolutely, yes!"

is Friday the 20th good

"Yes, that’s perfect,"

though she

with the details of the interview time and

"Yes, wonderful,"

a good night,

Margaret, thank you so,

in excitement as I turned off

on my face as I

I was floating, like this must

that all

asked as I reached the table and sat

the New York Magazine wants

and squeaked and

"Who?"

Sophie asked.

crap, he’s like one of the greatest

gaped and I

you wanted!"the light bulb finally clicked in

to me and gave me a hug, "Congratulations,

you guys,

said through ragged

hand because suddenly I felt

me on Friday, next

do great.He'll

waved her

mean, look at you, who

"Exactly,"

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"Perfectly said,"

I'm so nervous all of

through

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

think I was gonna get a call, let alone an interview with perhaps the greatest editor of all

reassuringly and took my hand in

on Friday.I can drive you guys to

Tristan added.

a meeting with my professor that Friday, so I

Sophie pouted.

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

don’t even know if

just getting an interview with David Haskell is a feat in

Tristan replied.

must really think highly of you to interview

no matter what,"Sophie

you guys,"I smiled and looked at

I'll ever do without

and Tristan smiled brightly, and Elliott leaned in to give me a kiss on the cheek, whispering,

else did they tell you?"

the job, I could start working

"Wow!" Sophie gasped.

looked taken

"That's amazing!"

Tristan nodded.

know, I still can’t believe this is happening.Everything

stuttered, somewhat hyperventilating

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

we'll figure everything out.You have time,"Sophie

have to get started right away!"I got

to go

the middle of celebrating,"Sophie

the last

make sure she gets home okay,"Elliott stood

"Please do,"

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

and

gave Sophie one last glare before turning to my

I was Emma the busy

was cramming all kinds of information about David Haskell and

a whole speech about why I

preparing so much for this interview, it was haunting

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

interview was in

was an important part of

that would say, "Hello, I'm Emma and I'm a confident and hardworking employee, but also I can be fun and creative and I work well

on the floor, I jumped up to my feet and

mess, Marie

everywhere and old boxes and suitcases and everything were just crammed in

done with finals, but turns out I had one more thing to

where’s that blazer? I know I have it in here

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

deep into the corner of the room,

It was a book.

the dim closet light, I read the title

lan and I used to read together

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

our whole relationship in the

was my favorite book before I met him, but now, it

bad? And deep inside the closet, right under

inside, he had our favorite quote from the book

was the first present he ever got me and

that I kept it all these years,

"Emma?"

Elliott's voice pulling

are you in

and locket back to the corner and

"Elliott!"

to see him standing

"Hey, what’s going on?"

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