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 for you and

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

"Ah...yes!"

gaped, half

"Yes, absolutely, yes!"

is Friday the 20th good

"Yes, that’s perfect,"

vigorously, though she couldn't see

you with the details of the interview time

"Yes, wonderful,"

a good

thank you so, so

excitement

the biggest smile on my face as

like I was floating,

was that all

asked as I reached the table and

Magazine wants to interview

yelped and squeaked and shook

"Who?"

Sophie asked.

one of

gaped and I nodded

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

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

you guys,

through ragged

my hand because suddenly

wants to interview me on Friday, next

do great.He'll

waved her

look at you, who

"Exactly,"

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"Perfectly said,"

no, I'm so nervous all of a

said through

New York Magazine was my dream job ever since I found

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 if

reassuringly and took my

I’m free on Friday.I can drive you guys to

Tristan added.

a meeting with my professor that

Sophie pouted.

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

if I'll get the job,

a feat in itself, you should be proud of

Tristan replied.

must really think highly of you to interview you

no matter

guys,"I smiled and looked

don't know what I'll

leaned in to give me

what else did they

if I get the job, I could

"Wow!" Sophie gasped.

Elliott looked

"That's amazing!"

Tristan nodded.

still can’t believe this is happening.Everything

stuttered, somewhat

my portfolio

figure everything out.You

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

to go

in the middle of celebrating,"Sophie

guys, I'll celebrate after David Haskell,"I gulped the last

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

"Please do,"

naughty glint in her eyes when she

chuckled and waved

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

few days, I

kinds of information about David Haskell and

I think I'd be perfect to work in

much for this interview, it was haunting me

of the board of editors, I was standing in

to find something to wear! My interview was in three days

was an important part of the

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

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

complete mess, Marie Kondo would be appalled at the

was scattered everywhere and old boxes and suitcases and everything were just crammed in

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

know I have it in here

pile of dirty laundry away, scavenging for my

deep into the corner of the room,

It was a book.

towards me and under the dim closet light,

used to read together and we

the shelves, but I had shoved this book so far deep inside my

book was what started our whole relationship in the

him, but now, it

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

inside, he had our favorite quote

was the first present he ever got me and probably the best

was so meaningful to me that I kept it all

"Emma?"

pulling me

you

pushed the book and locket back to the corner and covered

"Elliott!"

turned around to see him standing

"Hey, what’s going on?"

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