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 and you can start right after

an interview, maybe sometime next week, would you

"Ah...yes!"

gaped,

"Yes, absolutely, yes!"

the 20th good for you? Say around 11

"Yes, that’s perfect,"

vigorously, though she

the details of the interview time and

"Yes, wonderful,"

a good night,

you, Margaret, thank you

and squeaking in excitement as I turned off

the biggest smile on my face as I made my way

like I was floating, like this must be a

that

I reached

the New York Magazine wants to

yelped and squeaked and shook

"Who?"

Sophie asked.

one of

and I nodded

wanted!"the light bulb finally clicked in Sophie’s

ran up to me and gave me

god, you guys, I'm

through

was fanning myself with my hand because suddenly I felt

me on Friday, next

great.He'll

waved her hand

look at you, who

"Exactly,"

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"Perfectly said,"

no, I'm so nervous all

said through gritted

was my dream job ever since

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 in his, squeezing it

free on Friday.I can

Tristan added.

professor that Friday, so I

Sophie pouted.

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

even know if I'll get

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

Tristan replied.

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

celebrating no matter

and looked at all their supportive

I'll ever do without

in to give

else did they

job, I could

"Wow!" Sophie gasped.

Elliott looked

"That's amazing!"

Tristan nodded.

still can’t believe this is happening.Everything happened

somewhat

prepare my portfolio and oh

we'll figure everything out.You have

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

have to

the middle of celebrating,"Sophie

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

and finish the meal, I'll make

"Please do,"

eyes when she added, "And help her

chuckled and

eyes at her, I gave Sophie

few days, I was

kinds of information about David Haskell and

whole speech about why I think I'd

this interview, it

was interviewing me in front of the board of editors, I was

wear! My interview was in three days and

was an important part of the

confident and hardworking employee,

floor, I jumped up to my feet and

complete mess, Marie Kondo would be appalled at

and suitcases and everything were just crammed

with finals, but turns out I had one more thing to prepare for before I

I know I have

the pile of dirty laundry away, scavenging

into the corner of the room, I felt

It was a book.

it towards me and under the dim closet light, I read the title of the book, Wuthering

and I used to

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

book was what started our whole relationship in the first

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

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

our favorite quote

present he ever got me and probably the

was so meaningful to me that I kept it all these

"Emma?"

voice pulling me back to

you

back to the corner and

"Elliott!"

to see him

"Hey, what’s going on?"

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