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.

thinks is perfect for you and you can

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

"Ah...yes!"

gaped, half

"Yes, absolutely, yes!"

20th good for you? Say around 11

"Yes, that’s perfect,"

vigorously, though she couldn't see

you with the details of the interview time and

"Yes, wonderful,"

a good

Margaret, thank you

squealing and squeaking in excitement as

had the biggest smile on my face as I

I was floating, like this must be

that

asked as I reached the

the New York Magazine wants

and shook my hands

"Who?"

Sophie asked.

of the greatest editors

and I nodded

job you wanted!"the light bulb

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

you guys, I'm

through ragged

my hand because suddenly I felt

me on Friday,

do great.He'll love

waved her hand

look at you,

"Exactly,"

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"Perfectly said,"

no, I'm so nervous all of

said through

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

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

and took my hand in his, squeezing

Friday.I can

Tristan added.

professor that Friday, so I can't

Sophie pouted.

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

if

a feat in itself,

Tristan replied.

must really

so we're celebrating no matter what,"Sophie

you guys,"I smiled and looked at all their supportive

know what I'll ever

leaned in to give me a kiss on the cheek, whispering,

what else did they tell you?" Tristan

I get the job, I could start working there immediately

"Wow!" Sophie gasped.

looked taken

"That's amazing!"

Tristan nodded.

believe this is

somewhat hyperventilating

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

figure everything out.You

is not enough time to impress David Haskell, I have to get started right away!"I got up to

have to go

we're in the middle of

celebrate after David Haskell,"I gulped the last of

the meal, I'll make

"Please do,"

was a little naughty glint in her eyes

chuckled and waved

I gave Sophie one last glare

I was

kinds of information about

why I think I'd be perfect to

preparing so much for this interview, it was haunting me in

me in front of

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

an important part of the

I'm Emma and I'm a confident and hardworking employee, but also I can be fun and creative and I work

of books and research paper on the floor, I jumped

a complete mess, Marie Kondo would be

boxes and suitcases and everything

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

that blazer? I know

I pushed and shoved the pile of dirty laundry

the corner

It was a book.

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

book that lan and I used to read together

had shoved this book so far deep inside my closet because

book was what started our whole relationship in the

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

inside

had our

me and probably the best present I'd ever gotten in

that I kept it all these years, hidden deep

"Emma?"

voice pulling me

you in

back to the corner and covered it with a pile of dirty

"Elliott!"

around to see him

"Hey, what’s going on?"

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