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.

our office that he thinks is perfect for you

wants to see you for an interview, maybe

"Ah...yes!"

gaped, half

"Yes, absolutely, yes!"

the 20th good

"Yes, that’s perfect,"

though she

email you with the details of the

"Yes, wonderful,"

right, have a

Margaret, thank you so, so

in excitement as I turned

my face as I made my way back

like I was floating, like this

was that

asked as I reached the table

Magazine wants to interview

squeaked and shook

"Who?"

Sophie asked.

he’s like one of

gaped and

wanted!"the light bulb finally clicked

to me and gave me

god, you guys,

said through ragged

my hand because suddenly I felt

me

great.He'll love

waved her

look at

"Exactly,"

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"Perfectly said,"

nervous all of

said through

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

my

I’m free on Friday.I can drive

Tristan added.

with my professor that

Sophie pouted.

you.And I'll be waiting at home with

don’t even know if I'll get the job,

with David Haskell is a feat in itself, you

Tristan replied.

David Haskell is a busy man.He must really think highly of you to interview you

celebrating no matter what,"Sophie

guys,"I smiled and looked

what I'll ever

in to give me a

did they tell you?" Tristan

get the job, I could start

"Wow!" Sophie gasped.

looked taken

"That's amazing!"

Tristan nodded.

I still can’t believe this

stuttered, somewhat hyperventilating a

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

we'll figure everything

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

to go

Emmie, we're in the middle of

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

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

"Please do,"

and there was a little naughty glint in her eyes when she added, "And help her blow off

and waved

I gave Sophie one last glare before turning

the next few days, I was Emma the busy

about

a whole speech about why I think I'd be perfect to work in their

much for this interview, it was haunting me in

as David Haskell was interviewing me in front of the

I need to find something to wear! My interview was

outfit was an important part of the interview because first impressions

I'm a confident and hardworking employee, but also

on the floor, I jumped up to my feet and headed for my

a complete mess, Marie Kondo would be

and suitcases and

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

where’s that blazer? I know I have

on the ground, I pushed and shoved the pile of dirty laundry away, scavenging for

my hand reached deep into the corner of the room,

It was a book.

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

to read together and

had shoved this book so far deep inside my closet because looking at it made

our whole

my favorite book before I met him, but now, it was

to hurt this bad? And deep inside the

he had our

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

to me that I kept it all these years, hidden

"Emma?"

Elliott's voice pulling me

are you in

book and locket back to the corner and covered it

"Elliott!"

around to see

"Hey, what’s going on?"

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