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 you can start right

maybe sometime next week, would you

"Ah...yes!"

half gaped, half

"Yes, absolutely, yes!"

Friday the 20th good

"Yes, that’s perfect,"

nodded vigorously, though she

with the details of the interview

"Yes, wonderful,"

right, have a

thank you so, so

squeaking in excitement as I turned off the

on my face as I made my

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

that

asked as I reached the table and

York Magazine

and squeaked and shook my hands

"Who?"

Sophie asked.

he’s 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

me and gave me a hug, "Congratulations, Emmie,

you guys, I'm freaking

through

hand

to interview me on Friday, next

do great.He'll love

waved her

at

"Exactly,"

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"Perfectly said,"

no, I'm so nervous

said through gritted

my dream job ever since I found out I

call, let alone an interview with perhaps the

took my

on Friday.I can drive you

Tristan added.

with my professor that Friday, so I can't

Sophie pouted.

waiting at

know if I'll

getting an interview with David Haskell is a feat in itself,

Tristan replied.

busy man.He must really think highly of you to interview you

we're celebrating no matter what,"Sophie

looked at

don't know what I'll ever

smiled brightly, and Elliott leaned in to give

what else did they

job, I could

"Wow!" Sophie gasped.

looked

"That's amazing!"

Tristan nodded.

believe this

stuttered, somewhat hyperventilating a

research, prepare my portfolio and oh

everything out.You have

time to impress David Haskell, I have to get started

to go

Emmie, we're in the middle

the

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

"Please do,"

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

and waved

eyes at her, I gave Sophie one last glare before turning to

the next few days, I

cramming all kinds of information about David Haskell and the New

made a whole speech about why I think I'd be

for this interview, it was haunting

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

something to wear! My interview was in three days and I hadn’t picked out

outfit was an important part of

"Hello, I'm Emma and I'm a confident and hardworking employee, but also I can

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

was a complete mess, Marie Kondo

scattered everywhere and old boxes and suitcases

was going to do a deep cleaning after I was done with finals, but turns out I had one more thing to prepare for

know I have it in

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

as my hand reached deep into the corner of the

It was a book.

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

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

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

our whole

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

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

our

first present he ever got me and probably the best present I'd

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

"Emma?"

Elliott's voice pulling me back

you

pushed the book and locket back to the corner and

"Elliott!"

turned around to see him standing in

"Hey, what’s going on?"

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