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

see you for an interview, maybe sometime next

"Ah...yes!"

half gaped,

"Yes, absolutely, yes!"

the 20th good for you? Say

"Yes, that’s perfect,"

though

you with the details of the interview time

"Yes, wonderful,"

right, have a good

you, Margaret, thank you

and squeaking in excitement as I turned

the biggest smile on my face as I made my

of me felt like I was floating, like

was that all

I reached the table and sat

New York Magazine wants to interview

yelped and squeaked and

"Who?"

Sophie asked.

crap, he’s like one of the greatest editors

gaped and I

you wanted!"the light

ran up to me and gave me

guys,

said through ragged

hand because suddenly I

interview me on Friday, next

great.He'll

her

look at

"Exactly,"

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"Perfectly said,"

I'm so nervous all of a

said through gritted

ever since I

job, I didn’t even think I was gonna get a call, let alone an interview with

and took my hand in his, squeezing it

can drive you guys to the

Tristan added.

a meeting with my professor

Sophie pouted.

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

even know if I'll get the

with David Haskell is a feat in itself, you

Tristan replied.

is a busy man.He must

we're celebrating no matter

you guys,"I smiled and looked at all

don't know what I'll

to give me a

they tell you?"

could start working there immediately right after

"Wow!" Sophie gasped.

looked taken

"That's amazing!"

Tristan nodded.

I still can’t believe

stuttered, somewhat hyperventilating a

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

figure everything out.You have

impress David Haskell, I have to get started right away!"I

have to go

Emmie, we're in the middle of celebrating,"Sophie

celebrate after David Haskell,"I gulped the last of my wine down and grabbed

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

"Please do,"

little naughty glint in her eyes when she added,

chuckled and

my eyes at her, I gave Sophie one last glare

the next few days, I was Emma the busy

of information about David Haskell and

speech about why I think I'd be perfect

was preparing so much for this interview, it

David Haskell was interviewing me in front of

wear! My interview was in three days and I hadn’t

an important part of the

hardworking employee, but also I can be

on the floor, I jumped up

mess, Marie Kondo would be

boxes and

after I was done with finals, but

blazer? I know I have it in

and shoved the pile of dirty laundry away, scavenging for my

as my hand reached deep into the corner of the room, I felt something

It was a book.

dim closet

was the book that lan and I used to read

on the shelves, but I had shoved this book so

what started our whole

met him, but now, it

this bad? And deep inside the closet, right under the book, was the

the inside, he had our favorite

me and

all these years, hidden deep inside the dark

"Emma?"

pulling

you

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

"Elliott!"

turned around to see him

"Hey, what’s going on?"

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