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

an interview, maybe sometime next week, would you be

"Ah...yes!"

gaped,

"Yes, absolutely, yes!"

good for

"Yes, that’s perfect,"

though she couldn't see

you with the details of the interview

"Yes, wonderful,"

right, have a

Margaret, thank you

excitement as I turned off the

the biggest smile on my face as I

me felt like I was

that all

I reached

the New York Magazine

and shook my hands

"Who?"

Sophie asked.

one of the greatest editors of

and I nodded

job you wanted!"the light

to me and gave me a hug, "Congratulations,

you guys,

through

my hand because suddenly I

interview me on

do great.He'll

her hand

at you, who

"Exactly,"

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"Perfectly said,"

nervous all of a

through gritted

since I found out I wanted to work in

with

reassuringly and took my hand in his, squeezing it

on Friday.I can drive you

Tristan added.

professor that Friday, so I

Sophie pouted.

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

if I'll get

is a feat in

Tristan replied.

busy man.He must really think highly

so we're celebrating no

you guys,"I smiled and looked at all

I'll ever do

and Tristan smiled brightly, and Elliott leaned in to give me

else did they

get the job, I could start working there immediately right

"Wow!" Sophie gasped.

looked taken

"That's amazing!"

Tristan nodded.

believe this

somewhat hyperventilating a

do my research, prepare my portfolio and oh god, what am

everything out.You

enough time to impress David Haskell, I have

to

Emmie, we're in the

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

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

"Please do,"

in her eyes when she added, "And help her blow

chuckled and waved

eyes at her, I gave Sophie one

days, I

information about David Haskell

a whole speech about why I think I'd be perfect to work in

much for this interview, it was haunting me

me in front of the board of editors, I

was in three days and I hadn’t picked

important part of the interview because first impressions

confident and hardworking employee, but also I can be fun and

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

was a complete mess, Marie Kondo would be

boxes and suitcases and everything were just crammed

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

where’s that blazer? I know I have

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

corner of the room, I felt

It was a book.

closet light, I read the

the book that lan and I used to

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

started our whole relationship in the

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

bad? And deep inside the closet, right under the book, was the heart locket that

our favorite quote from

ever got me and probably the best present I'd ever gotten

kept it all these years,

"Emma?"

heard Elliott's voice pulling me

you in

the corner and covered it with

"Elliott!"

around to see him standing

"Hey, what’s going on?"

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