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 perfect for you and you can start right after

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

"Ah...yes!"

half gaped,

"Yes, absolutely, yes!"

then is Friday the 20th good for you? Say around 11

"Yes, that’s perfect,"

nodded vigorously, though she couldn't see

right.I will email you with the details of the interview

"Yes, wonderful,"

a

thank

and squeaking in excitement as I turned off the

had the biggest smile on my face as I made

part of me felt like I was floating, like this

that

reached

from the New York Magazine

squeaked and shook my

"Who?"

Sophie asked.

like one of the greatest editors of

gaped and I

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

up to me and gave me a hug, "Congratulations, Emmie, you

guys,

said through ragged

my hand

wants to interview me on Friday, next

do great.He'll

her

look at you, who

"Exactly,"

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"Perfectly said,"

no, I'm so nervous

said through gritted

New York Magazine was my dream job ever since

with perhaps the greatest editor of all time! "You'll be all

took my hand in his, squeezing it

Friday.I can

Tristan added.

my professor that Friday, so

Sophie pouted.

waiting at home with pizza and champagne

know if

David Haskell is a feat in itself, you should be

Tristan replied.

busy man.He must

no

smiled and looked at all their supportive

I'll ever do

smiled brightly, and Elliott leaned in to give me a kiss on

what else did they

the job, I could start working

"Wow!" Sophie gasped.

Elliott looked

"That's amazing!"

Tristan nodded.

still can’t believe this is

stuttered, somewhat

need to do my research, prepare my portfolio and oh god,

everything out.You

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

have to go

Emmie, we're in the middle

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

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

"Please do,"

a little naughty glint in her eyes when she added, "And help her blow off that steam,

chuckled and

at her, I gave Sophie one last glare before turning

next few days, I was Emma the

all kinds of information about

I think I'd be perfect to

for this interview, it was haunting me in my

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

something to wear! My interview was in

an important part of the interview because

a confident and hardworking employee, but also I can be fun and creative and I work well with

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

mess, Marie Kondo would be appalled at the

old boxes and suitcases and everything

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 I could finally rest

that blazer? I know I have

and shoved the pile of dirty laundry away, scavenging for

deep into the corner of the room, I

It was a book.

it towards me and under the dim closet light, I

was the book that lan and I used to read together and we quoted it all

shoved this book so far deep inside my closet because

book was what started our whole relationship

book before I met him, but now, it was the most horrible

does something so beautiful have to hurt this bad? And deep inside the closet, right under the

he had our favorite quote from

me and probably the best

to me that I kept it all these

"Emma?"

pulling me back

you

back to the corner and covered it with a pile

"Elliott!"

to see

"Hey, what’s going on?"

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