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

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

"Ah...yes!"

half gaped,

"Yes, absolutely, yes!"

good

"Yes, that’s perfect,"

though

the details

"Yes, wonderful,"

have a good

thank

squealing and squeaking in excitement as I turned off the

had the biggest smile on my face as

of me felt like I was floating,

that

reached the table

the New York Magazine wants to interview me for a

squeaked and shook my hands

"Who?"

Sophie asked.

he’s like one of the

gaped and I nodded

that’s the job you wanted!"the light bulb finally

quickly ran up to me and gave me a hug, "Congratulations, Emmie, you totally

guys, I'm

through ragged

was fanning myself with my hand because

wants to interview me on Friday,

great.He'll

her hand

look at you,

"Exactly,"

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"Perfectly said,"

I'm so nervous all

said through gritted

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

gonna get a call, let alone an interview with perhaps the greatest editor of all time!

my

I’m free on Friday.I can drive you guys to

Tristan added.

my professor that Friday, so

Sophie pouted.

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

don’t even know if I'll get the

interview with David Haskell is a feat in itself, you

Tristan replied.

must really think highly of you to

no

smiled and looked

know what I'll ever do without

to give me a

else did they tell

job, I could start working there immediately

"Wow!" Sophie gasped.

looked

"That's amazing!"

Tristan nodded.

believe this is happening.Everything happened

stuttered, somewhat hyperventilating a

prepare my portfolio and oh

figure everything

to impress David Haskell, I have to get started

to

the middle

Haskell,"I gulped the last of my wine

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

"Please do,"

in her eyes when she

chuckled and waved

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

I was Emma

was cramming all kinds of information about David Haskell and the New York

made a whole speech about why I think I'd

so much for this interview, it was haunting me

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

find something to wear! My interview was in three days and

an important part of the

that would say, "Hello, I'm Emma and I'm a confident and hardworking employee,

the floor, I jumped up to

mess, Marie Kondo would be appalled at

and suitcases and everything were

cleaning after I was done with finals, but turns out I had one more thing to prepare for before I could finally rest

where’s that blazer? I know I have

the pile of dirty laundry away, scavenging for my favorite

corner of

It was a book.

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

was the book that lan and I used to read together and we quoted

I'd keep my books on the shelves, but I had shoved this book

our whole relationship in the

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

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

had our favorite quote from the book

me and

me that I kept it all these years, hidden

"Emma?"

Elliott's voice pulling me back

you

book and locket back to the corner and covered it with

"Elliott!"

see him

"Hey, what’s going on?"

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