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.

our office that he thinks is perfect for you and you can start right after

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

"Ah...yes!"

gaped,

"Yes, absolutely, yes!"

then is Friday the 20th good for you?

"Yes, that’s perfect,"

nodded vigorously, though she couldn't

the details

"Yes, wonderful,"

have a

Margaret, thank you so,

was squealing and squeaking in excitement as I turned

smile on my face as I made my way back to the

was floating, like this must be a

that

I reached the

the New York Magazine wants to interview me

squeaked and shook my hands

"Who?"

Sophie asked.

of the greatest editors of all

and I nodded

my goodness, that’s the job you wanted!"the light bulb finally clicked

me and gave me a hug, "Congratulations,

guys, I'm freaking

said through

my hand because suddenly I felt

me

do great.He'll

her hand

at you,

"Exactly,"

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"Perfectly said,"

so nervous all of a

through

New York Magazine was my dream job ever since I found out

call, let alone an interview with perhaps the greatest editor of all time! "You'll be all right, love.I'll come with

my hand in his, squeezing

Friday.I can drive you guys to

Tristan added.

a meeting with my professor that Friday, so I

Sophie pouted.

be waiting at

know if

with David Haskell is a feat in

Tristan replied.

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

we're celebrating no matter what,"Sophie

looked at all their

know what I'll ever do without

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

did they

I could

"Wow!" Sophie gasped.

Elliott looked

"That's amazing!"

Tristan nodded.

I still can’t believe this is

stuttered, somewhat hyperventilating a

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

figure everything out.You

David Haskell, I have to get started right away!"I got up to my

to go

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

Haskell,"I gulped the last

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

"Please do,"

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

chuckled and

I gave Sophie one last

next few days, I was Emma the busy

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

I think

this interview, it was haunting me

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

to wear! My interview was in three days and

outfit was an important part of the interview because first

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

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

complete mess, Marie Kondo would be appalled at

boxes and suitcases and everything were just crammed

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

I know I have it in here

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

corner of the room, I felt something

It was a book.

pulled it towards me and under the dim closet

I used to

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

what started our whole relationship

him, but now,

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

inside, he had our favorite quote from the

the first present he ever got me and

meaningful to me that I kept it all these years, hidden

"Emma?"

Elliott's voice pulling me back

are you in

back to the corner and covered it with

"Elliott!"

turned around to see him standing

"Hey, what’s going on?"

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