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.

a position in our office that he thinks is perfect for you and you can start

an interview, maybe sometime next week, would

"Ah...yes!"

gaped,

"Yes, absolutely, yes!"

good for

"Yes, that’s perfect,"

though she couldn't

email you with the details

"Yes, wonderful,"

have a good night,

Margaret, thank you

and squeaking in excitement as I turned off the

had the biggest smile on my face as I made my way back

I was floating, like

that all

reached the table

York Magazine wants

and squeaked and shook

"Who?"

Sophie asked.

like one of the greatest

and

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

ran up to me and gave me a hug, "Congratulations,

you guys, I'm freaking

said through

myself with my hand because suddenly

me on Friday,

great.He'll

her hand

look at you, who

"Exactly,"

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"Perfectly said,"

nervous

through

ever since I found out I wanted to work in

I didn’t even think I was gonna get a call, let alone an interview with perhaps the greatest editor of all time! "You'll be all right, love.I'll come with

reassuringly and took my hand in

on Friday.I can drive you

Tristan added.

have a meeting with my professor that Friday,

Sophie pouted.

be rooting for you.And I'll be waiting

don’t even know if I'll get the

David Haskell is a feat in itself, you should be proud

Tristan replied.

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

we're celebrating no matter what,"Sophie stated

looked at all their

don't know what I'll ever do

and Elliott leaned in to give me a kiss

did they tell

I could start working there

"Wow!" Sophie gasped.

looked

"That's amazing!"

Tristan nodded.

I still can’t believe this

somewhat hyperventilating

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

we'll figure everything out.You have time,"Sophie

David Haskell, I have

to

we're in the middle of celebrating,"Sophie

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

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

"Please do,"

her eyes when she

chuckled and

her, I gave Sophie one

the next few days, I

kinds of information about David

whole speech about why I think

much for this interview, it was

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

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

of the

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

the stack of books and research paper on the floor, I

complete mess, Marie Kondo would be appalled

and suitcases

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

I know I have it

the pile of dirty laundry away, scavenging for my

the corner of the room, I

It was a book.

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

was the book that lan and I used to read together and

book so far deep

was what started our whole relationship in

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

this bad? And deep inside the closet, right under the book,

he had our

and probably the best

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

"Emma?"

voice pulling me

you in

and locket back to the corner and covered it

"Elliott!"

see him standing in

"Hey, what’s going on?"

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