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 right after

wants to see you for an interview, maybe sometime

"Ah...yes!"

gaped, half

"Yes, absolutely, yes!"

the 20th good for

"Yes, that’s perfect,"

nodded vigorously, though she

with the details of the interview

"Yes, wonderful,"

right, have a

thank you so, so

was squealing and squeaking in excitement as I turned off

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

of me felt like I was floating, like this

that

I reached the table and

Magazine wants to interview me

and shook

"Who?"

Sophie asked.

crap, he’s like one of

and I nodded

wanted!"the light bulb

quickly ran up to me and gave me a hug, "Congratulations, Emmie, you

guys, I'm

through ragged

my hand because suddenly I felt

interview me on Friday,

great.He'll

her

at you,

"Exactly,"

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"Perfectly said,"

nervous all of

said through

New York Magazine was my dream job ever since

with perhaps the greatest editor of all time! "You'll be all

smiled reassuringly and took my hand in

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

Tristan added.

professor that

Sophie pouted.

for you.And I'll be waiting at home with pizza

know if I'll

with David Haskell is a feat in

Tristan replied.

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

we're celebrating no

and looked at all their supportive

know what I'll

leaned in to give me a kiss on the

else did they tell you?"

I get the job, I could start working there immediately right

"Wow!" Sophie gasped.

looked

"That's amazing!"

Tristan nodded.

know, I still can’t believe this is happening.Everything happened

somewhat hyperventilating a

need to do my research, prepare my portfolio and oh god, what

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

David Haskell, I have to get started right away!"I

have to go

Emmie, we're in the middle

guys, I'll celebrate after David Haskell,"I gulped the last of my wine down and grabbed

stay and finish the meal, I'll make

"Please do,"

eyes when she added, "And help

and

at her, I gave Sophie one last glare before turning

the next few days, I was

was cramming all kinds of information about David Haskell

about why I

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

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

wear! My interview was in

an important part of the

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

books and research paper on the floor, I

a complete mess, Marie Kondo

old boxes and suitcases and everything

cleaning after I was done with finals, but turns out I had one more thing

know I have it in

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

my hand reached deep into the corner

It was a book.

it towards me and under the dim closet

I used to read

I'd keep my books on the shelves, but I had shoved this book so far deep inside my closet because looking

what started our whole

him, but now, it was the most horrible book in the

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

inside, he had our

was the first present he ever got me and probably the

meaningful to me that I kept it all these

"Emma?"

voice pulling me back to

are you

corner and covered it with a pile of

"Elliott!"

to see him

"Hey, what’s going on?"

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