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

interview, maybe sometime next week, would you

"Ah...yes!"

gaped,

"Yes, absolutely, yes!"

is Friday the 20th good for you? Say

"Yes, that’s perfect,"

vigorously, though

with the details of the

"Yes, wonderful,"

have a good

you, Margaret, thank you

and squeaking in excitement

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

like I was floating, like this must be

that

reached the table and

Magazine wants to interview me

squeaked and shook

"Who?"

Sophie asked.

he’s like one of the greatest editors

gaped and I

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

me and gave me a hug, "Congratulations, Emmie, you totally deserve

god, you guys, I'm freaking

through ragged

my hand because suddenly I felt

wants to interview me on Friday, next

do great.He'll love

waved her

look at

"Exactly,"

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"Perfectly said,"

nervous

said through

since I found out 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

took my hand in

can drive you

Tristan added.

a meeting with my professor that Friday,

Sophie pouted.

be waiting at home with pizza and

know if

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

Tristan replied.

man.He must

celebrating no

smiled and looked at

don't know what I'll ever do without

leaned in to give me a kiss on the cheek,

did they tell you?" Tristan

get the job, I could start

"Wow!" Sophie gasped.

looked

"That's amazing!"

Tristan nodded.

believe this

somewhat hyperventilating

still need to do my research, prepare my portfolio

figure everything out.You have

have to get started right away!"I got up to my feet

to go

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

Haskell,"I gulped the last of my wine down

two should stay and finish the meal, I'll make sure she gets home

"Please do,"

there was a little naughty glint in her eyes when she added, "And

and waved

Sophie one last glare before turning to my

the next few days, I was Emma the busy

of information about David Haskell and the New

about why I think I'd be perfect to

preparing so much for this interview, it was haunting me

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

I need to find something to wear! My interview was in three days and I hadn’t

of the interview because first impressions

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

and research paper on the floor, I jumped up

complete mess, Marie Kondo would be appalled at the

scattered everywhere and old boxes and suitcases and

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

know

pile of dirty laundry away, scavenging for

corner of the room,

It was a book.

under the dim closet light, I read the

book that lan and I used to

book so far deep inside my closet

what started our whole relationship

book before I met him, but

so beautiful have to hurt this bad? And deep inside the closet,

inside, he had our favorite quote

and probably the best present I'd

kept it all these years, hidden deep

"Emma?"

voice pulling me back to

are you

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

"Elliott!"

to see him standing in my

"Hey, what’s going on?"

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