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.

thinks is perfect

to see you for an interview, maybe sometime next

"Ah...yes!"

gaped, half

"Yes, absolutely, yes!"

20th good for you? Say

"Yes, that’s perfect,"

nodded vigorously, though

email you with the details

"Yes, wonderful,"

a good

you, Margaret, thank you so, so

and squeaking in excitement as I turned off

on my face as I made my

like I was floating, like this

that all

I reached

New York Magazine wants to interview me

yelped and squeaked and shook

"Who?"

Sophie asked.

like one of the greatest editors

and I nodded

wanted!"the light bulb finally

and gave me a hug, "Congratulations, Emmie, you totally

guys,

through

my hand

interview me on Friday,

great.He'll

waved her hand

look at you, who

"Exactly,"

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"Perfectly said,"

nervous

through gritted

my dream job ever since I found out I wanted

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 you

took my hand in his, squeezing it

Friday.I can

Tristan added.

a meeting with my professor

Sophie pouted.

be waiting at home with pizza and

even know if I'll

getting an interview with David Haskell is a feat in itself,

Tristan replied.

David Haskell is a busy man.He must really think highly

we're celebrating no matter

and looked

know what I'll ever do without

in to give me

did they tell

the job, I could start working there immediately

"Wow!" Sophie gasped.

Elliott looked taken

"That's amazing!"

Tristan nodded.

know, I still can’t believe this is

somewhat hyperventilating a

to do my research, prepare my portfolio and

we'll figure everything out.You have

week is not enough time to impress David Haskell, I have to get started right away!"I

have to

the

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

the meal, I'll make sure she gets

"Please do,"

a little naughty glint in her eyes when she

and

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

next few days, I was

was cramming all kinds of information about David Haskell and the

about why I think I'd be perfect to

much for this interview, it was haunting me in my

interviewing me in front of the board of editors, I was standing in front of them, butt

My interview was in three days

outfit was an important part of the interview because first

a confident and hardworking employee, but

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

mess, Marie Kondo

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

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

blazer? I know I have it

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

hand reached deep into the corner of

It was a book.

closet light, I

book that lan and I used to read together and we quoted

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

book was what started our whole

I met him, but now, it was

deep inside the closet, right under the book, was the heart

inside, he had our favorite quote from

first present he ever got me and probably the best present I'd

kept it all these years, hidden deep inside

"Emma?"

Elliott's voice pulling

you

the book and locket back to the corner and covered it

"Elliott!"

around to see him standing in

"Hey, what’s going on?"

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