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.

in our office that he thinks is perfect for you and you

for an interview, maybe sometime next week, would you

"Ah...yes!"

half gaped, half

"Yes, absolutely, yes!"

the 20th good for you? Say around 11

"Yes, that’s perfect,"

vigorously, though

right.I will email you with the details of the

"Yes, wonderful,"

a good night,

you, Margaret, thank

squeaking in excitement as I

the biggest smile on my face as I made my way

me felt like I was floating, like this must

was that all

asked as I reached the table and sat

Haskell from the New York Magazine wants to interview

and shook my hands

"Who?"

Sophie asked.

crap, he’s like one of the greatest editors of all

gaped and

wanted!"the light

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

god, you guys, I'm freaking

through ragged

my hand because suddenly I

me

great.He'll

waved her

at you,

"Exactly,"

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"Perfectly said,"

nervous all

through gritted

since I

I applied for the job, I didn’t even think I was 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

my

Friday.I can

Tristan added.

my professor that Friday, so I can't

Sophie pouted.

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

know if

a feat in itself, you should

Tristan replied.

busy man.He must

so we're celebrating no

guys,"I smiled and looked at all their supportive

don't know what I'll ever do

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

what else did they

job, I could start working there immediately right

"Wow!" Sophie gasped.

Elliott looked taken

"That's amazing!"

Tristan nodded.

believe this is

somewhat

prepare my portfolio and oh god, what

everything out.You

time to impress David Haskell, I have to get started right

have to go

in the middle of celebrating,"Sophie

the last of my

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

"Please do,"

glint in her eyes when she added, "And help

and

her, I gave Sophie one last glare before turning to my

days, I was

was cramming all kinds of information about David Haskell and the

about why I think I'd be perfect to work

for this interview, it was haunting

me in front of the board

to wear! My interview was in three days and I

an important part of the interview because first

would say, "Hello, I'm Emma and I'm a confident and hardworking employee, but also I can be fun and creative and I

paper on the floor,

a complete mess, Marie Kondo would be appalled at the

old boxes and

was done with finals, but turns out I had one

know I have

shoved the pile of dirty laundry away,

hand reached deep into the corner of the

It was a book.

me and under the dim closet light,

that lan and I used to read

shelves, but I had shoved this book so far deep

what started our whole relationship in the

but now, it was the most horrible book in

mean, why does something so beautiful have to hurt this bad? And deep inside the closet,

the inside, he had our favorite quote from the book

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

I kept it all these years,

"Emma?"

voice pulling

are you in

pushed the book and locket back to the corner and

"Elliott!"

to see him standing in

"Hey, what’s going on?"

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