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.

position in our office that he thinks is

wants to see you for an interview, maybe sometime next week, would you be available

"Ah...yes!"

gaped,

"Yes, absolutely, yes!"

good

"Yes, that’s perfect,"

vigorously, though she couldn't

with the details of the

"Yes, wonderful,"

a good night,

Margaret, thank you so,

in excitement as I turned

face as I made my way

of me felt like I was floating,

that

asked as I reached the table and sat

the New York Magazine wants to interview

yelped and squeaked and

"Who?"

Sophie asked.

he’s like one of the greatest editors of all

gaped and I

you wanted!"the light bulb finally

gave me a hug, "Congratulations,

guys, I'm

said through

my hand because suddenly I felt

wants to interview me on Friday,

great.He'll love

her

at

"Exactly,"

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"Perfectly said,"

nervous all

through gritted

ever since I found out

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

reassuringly and took my hand

can drive you

Tristan added.

my professor that Friday, so

Sophie pouted.

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

if I'll get

David Haskell is a feat in itself, you

Tristan replied.

man.He must really

no matter what,"Sophie stated

guys,"I smiled and looked at all their supportive

know what I'll ever

to give me a kiss

did they tell

the job, I could start working there immediately right after

"Wow!" Sophie gasped.

Elliott looked

"That's amazing!"

Tristan nodded.

I still can’t believe this is

stuttered, somewhat hyperventilating a

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

we'll figure everything out.You

David Haskell, I have

to

we're in the middle of

after David Haskell,"I gulped the last

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

"Please do,"

little naughty glint in her eyes when she added,

chuckled and

her, I gave Sophie one

days, I

cramming all kinds of information about David Haskell and

speech about why I think I'd be perfect

this interview, it was haunting me in

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

was in three days and I

was an important part of the interview

Emma and I'm a confident and hardworking employee,

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

was a complete mess, Marie

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 one more thing to prepare for before I

where’s that blazer? I know I have it in here

the pile

as my hand reached deep into the corner of the room, I felt something

It was a book.

under the dim closet light, I read the title of the

I used to read together and we quoted

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

started our

I met him, but now, it was

inside the closet, right under the book, was the

inside, he had our favorite quote

me and probably the best present I'd ever gotten

all these years, hidden deep inside the dark and

"Emma?"

voice pulling me back

are you in

the corner

"Elliott!"

around to see him

"Hey, what’s going on?"

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