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.

he thinks is perfect for you and you

interview, maybe sometime next week,

"Ah...yes!"

half gaped, half

"Yes, absolutely, yes!"

the 20th good for you? Say

"Yes, that’s perfect,"

nodded vigorously, though

email you with the details of

"Yes, wonderful,"

a good night,

thank

and squeaking in excitement

on my face as

like I was floating, like

was that

reached the table and sat

from the New York Magazine wants

yelped and squeaked and

"Who?"

Sophie asked.

one of the greatest editors

gaped and

wanted!"the light bulb finally clicked in

ran up to me and gave me a

guys, I'm freaking

said through ragged

my hand

me on Friday,

do great.He'll love

waved her

look at

"Exactly,"

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"Perfectly said,"

nervous

through

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

get a call, let alone an interview with perhaps the greatest

took my

I’m free on Friday.I can drive you guys to

Tristan added.

with my professor that

Sophie pouted.

I'll be waiting at

know if I'll get

just getting an interview with David Haskell is a

Tristan replied.

must really think highly of you to interview

we're celebrating no

you guys,"I smiled and looked at all

don't know what I'll ever do

Elliott leaned in to give

did they tell you?"

get the job, I could

"Wow!" Sophie gasped.

Elliott looked

"That's amazing!"

Tristan nodded.

can’t believe this is happening.Everything happened so

stuttered, somewhat hyperventilating a

my portfolio and oh god, what am I gonna

we'll figure everything out.You have

David Haskell, I have to

to

the middle of celebrating,"Sophie

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

two should stay and finish the meal, I'll make sure

"Please do,"

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

and

I gave Sophie one last glare

few days, I was Emma the

kinds of information about David Haskell and the New York

about why I think I'd be

for this interview, it

that as David Haskell was interviewing me in front of

need to find something to wear! My interview was in three days and I

was an important part of the interview because first

I'm a confident and hardworking employee, but also I can be fun and creative and I

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

was a complete mess, Marie Kondo would be

scattered everywhere and old boxes and suitcases

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

where’s that blazer? I know I have

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

reached deep into the corner of the room, I felt

It was a book.

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

was the book that lan and I used to read

book so far deep inside my closet because

our whole relationship in the first

I met him, but

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

inside, he had our favorite quote from the book

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

"Emma?"

heard Elliott's voice pulling me back

are you in

the corner and covered it with a pile of dirty

"Elliott!"

see him standing in my

"Hey, what’s going on?"

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