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 you can start right

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

"Ah...yes!"

gaped,

"Yes, absolutely, yes!"

Friday the 20th good for you? Say around 11

"Yes, that’s perfect,"

nodded vigorously, though she couldn't

with the details of the interview

"Yes, wonderful,"

have a

Margaret, thank you

was squealing and squeaking in excitement as I

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

me felt like I was

that all

I reached

York Magazine wants to interview me

squeaked and shook my hands in

"Who?"

Sophie asked.

of the greatest editors of

and

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

gave me a hug, "Congratulations, Emmie,

god, you guys,

said through

with my hand because suddenly I felt so

wants to interview me on Friday,

great.He'll love

her

mean, look at you, who

"Exactly,"

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"Perfectly said,"

nervous

through

my dream job ever since

I applied for the job, I didn’t even think I was gonna get a call, let alone an interview with

took my hand in his, squeezing

on Friday.I can drive

Tristan added.

professor that Friday, so I can't

Sophie pouted.

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

don’t even know if

getting an interview with David Haskell is a

Tristan replied.

is a busy man.He must really think highly

celebrating no matter

guys,"I smiled and looked at all their

know what I'll ever do

leaned in to give me

what else did they tell

could start working there immediately right after

"Wow!" Sophie gasped.

Elliott looked

"That's amazing!"

Tristan nodded.

believe this is happening.Everything happened so

somewhat hyperventilating a

do my research, prepare my portfolio and oh

figure everything out.You

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

have to go

the middle of

gulped the last of my

I'll make

"Please do,"

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

and waved

Sophie one last glare before turning

days, I was

kinds of information about David Haskell and the New York

why I

much for this interview, it was haunting me

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

find something to wear! My interview was in three

outfit was an important part of the interview because first impressions

"Hello, I'm Emma and I'm a confident and hardworking employee, but also

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

mess, Marie

was scattered everywhere and old boxes and suitcases and

figured I 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

know

I pushed and shoved the pile of dirty laundry

into the corner of the room, I felt something small and

It was a book.

dim closet light, I read the title of the book, Wuthering

to read together and we quoted it all

had shoved this book

book was what started our whole relationship in the first

met him, but now, it was the most horrible book in the

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

had our favorite

was the first present he ever got me and

meaningful to me that I kept it all these years, hidden

"Emma?"

Elliott's voice pulling me back to

are you in

corner and

"Elliott!"

to see him standing in my

"Hey, what’s going on?"

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