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.

a position in our office that he thinks is perfect

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

"Ah...yes!"

half gaped,

"Yes, absolutely, yes!"

20th good for you? Say

"Yes, that’s perfect,"

vigorously, though

with the details of the interview time and

"Yes, wonderful,"

a good

Margaret, thank you so, so

was squealing and squeaking in excitement as

on my face as I made my

I was

was that all

as I reached the table and sat

New York Magazine wants to

and shook my hands

"Who?"

Sophie asked.

of the greatest editors of all

gaped and

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

gave me a

guys, I'm freaking

through

was fanning myself with my hand because suddenly

wants to interview me on Friday,

do great.He'll

her

look at you,

"Exactly,"

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"Perfectly said,"

I'm so nervous all of

through gritted

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

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 if

my hand in his,

on Friday.I can drive

Tristan added.

have a meeting with my professor that Friday,

Sophie pouted.

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

if

with David Haskell is a feat in itself, you should be proud of

Tristan replied.

mean, David Haskell is a busy man.He must really think highly of

no matter

smiled and looked at all their supportive

know what I'll ever do without

brightly, and Elliott leaned in to

did they tell

I could start working there

"Wow!" Sophie gasped.

Elliott looked

"That's amazing!"

Tristan nodded.

I still can’t believe this is happening.Everything

stuttered, somewhat

prepare my portfolio

figure everything out.You have time,"Sophie

to impress David Haskell, I have

to

Emmie, we're in the

gulped the last of my wine down and

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

"Please do,"

in her eyes when she added, "And help her blow off that steam,

chuckled and waved

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

I was Emma the

cramming all kinds of information about David Haskell and the New

why I

much for this interview, it was haunting me

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

My interview was

an important part of the interview because first impressions

and I'm a confident and hardworking

floor, I jumped up to my feet and headed for

a complete mess, Marie Kondo would

everywhere and old boxes and suitcases

cleaning after I was done with finals, but turns out I had one

that blazer? I know I have it

shoved the pile of dirty

into the corner of the

It was a book.

the dim closet light,

book that lan and I used to read together

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

was what started our

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

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

inside, he had our favorite quote from

he ever got me and

I kept it all

"Emma?"

heard Elliott's voice pulling me

are you in

locket back to the corner and covered it with a pile

"Elliott!"

around to see him standing in

"Hey, what’s going on?"

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