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.

is perfect for you and you can start right

an interview, maybe

"Ah...yes!"

gaped,

"Yes, absolutely, yes!"

the 20th good for you? Say

"Yes, that’s perfect,"

though she couldn't see

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

"Yes, wonderful,"

have a good

Margaret, thank you so,

was squealing and squeaking in excitement as

on my face as I made my way back to

part of me felt like I was floating, like

that all

I reached the table and

Magazine wants to

and shook

"Who?"

Sophie asked.

one of the greatest editors of

gaped and I nodded

you wanted!"the light bulb finally clicked

me a hug, "Congratulations, Emmie,

you guys,

through

fanning myself with my hand because suddenly

me

great.He'll love

her

look at you, who

"Exactly,"

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"Perfectly said,"

so nervous

through gritted

was my dream job ever since I found out I wanted

with perhaps the greatest editor of all time! "You'll be all right, love.I'll come

smiled reassuringly and took my

can drive you

Tristan added.

a meeting with my professor that Friday, so

Sophie pouted.

be waiting at home with pizza and champagne to

don’t even know if I'll get the job,

Haskell is a feat in itself,

Tristan replied.

a busy man.He must really think highly

so we're celebrating no matter

and looked at

don't know what I'll ever do

Tristan smiled brightly, and Elliott leaned in to give me

what else did they tell you?"

the job, I could

"Wow!" Sophie gasped.

looked taken

"That's amazing!"

Tristan nodded.

believe this is happening.Everything happened

stuttered, somewhat hyperventilating a

prepare my portfolio and oh god, what am I gonna

everything out.You have time,"Sophie

David Haskell, I have to

have to go

the middle of

Haskell,"I gulped the last of my wine down and

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

"Please do,"

eyes when she added, "And help

and waved

I gave Sophie one last glare before turning to

I

about David

made a whole speech about why I think

was preparing so much for this interview, it was haunting me in my

that as David Haskell was interviewing me in front of the

something to wear! My interview was in three days and I hadn’t picked

was an important part of the interview because first

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

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

Marie Kondo would

old boxes and suitcases and everything were

finals, but turns out I had one

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

pushed and shoved the pile of dirty laundry away, scavenging

reached deep into the corner of the room, I felt something small

It was a book.

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

and I used to read together and we

book so

was what started our whole

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

does something so beautiful have to hurt this bad? And deep inside the closet, right under the book, was the heart locket that lan

the inside, he had our

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

to me that I kept it all these years, hidden deep inside the dark and dirty

"Emma?"

voice pulling me back to

are you

to the corner and covered it

"Elliott!"

to see him

"Hey, what’s going on?"

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