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 for you and you can start

see you for an interview, maybe sometime next

"Ah...yes!"

gaped,

"Yes, absolutely, yes!"

then is Friday the 20th good

"Yes, that’s perfect,"

nodded vigorously, though she couldn't

email you with the details

"Yes, wonderful,"

a

thank

in excitement as I turned off the

face as I made my way back to

I was floating, like

that

I reached

New York Magazine wants

and squeaked and shook my hands

"Who?"

Sophie asked.

one of the greatest editors of all

gaped and I nodded

job you wanted!"the light

me a hug,

god, you guys,

through

hand because

wants to interview me

great.He'll

waved her hand

at you,

"Exactly,"

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"Perfectly said,"

nervous all

said through gritted

my dream job ever since I found out I wanted to work

let alone an interview with perhaps the greatest

my hand in

I’m free on Friday.I can

Tristan added.

my professor that Friday, so

Sophie pouted.

be rooting for you.And I'll be waiting

if

Haskell is a feat in itself, you should be

Tristan replied.

is a busy man.He must really think highly of you to

no matter what,"Sophie stated

looked at all their supportive

know what I'll ever

in to give

else did they tell you?" Tristan

the job, I could start working there immediately right after

"Wow!" Sophie gasped.

looked taken

"That's amazing!"

Tristan nodded.

believe this is happening.Everything

stuttered, somewhat

my portfolio

everything out.You

I have to get started right away!"I got up to my feet

have to go

the

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

I'll make sure she gets home okay,"Elliott

"Please do,"

glint in her eyes when she added, "And help

and waved

at her, I gave Sophie one last glare before turning to my

next few days, I was

kinds of information about David Haskell and

I think I'd be perfect to work in their

so much for this interview, it was haunting

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

wear! My interview was in three days and I hadn’t picked out an outfit

was an important part of the

and I'm a confident and hardworking

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

a complete mess, Marie Kondo would

boxes and suitcases

cleaning after I was done with finals, but turns out I had one more thing to prepare for before

where’s that blazer? I know I have

ground, I pushed and shoved the pile of dirty laundry

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

It was a book.

towards me and under the dim closet light, I read the title of the book, Wuthering

lan and I used to read together and we quoted

book so far deep inside my closet because looking at it made my

started our whole relationship in the first

him, but now, it was the most

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

he had our favorite quote from

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

kept it all these years, hidden deep inside the dark

"Emma?"

heard Elliott's voice pulling

are you

back to the corner and

"Elliott!"

see

"Hey, what’s going on?"

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