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.

in our office that he thinks is perfect for you and you can start right after

maybe sometime next week,

"Ah...yes!"

gaped, half

"Yes, absolutely, yes!"

Friday the 20th good for you? Say around

"Yes, that’s perfect,"

vigorously, though

will email you with the

"Yes, wonderful,"

a good

Margaret, thank you

was squealing and squeaking in excitement

face as I made my way

felt like I was floating, like this must

was that all

as I reached the table and sat

Haskell from the New York Magazine wants to interview me for

squeaked and

"Who?"

Sophie asked.

crap, he’s like one of

gaped and I

you wanted!"the light bulb finally

and gave me a hug, "Congratulations, Emmie, you

guys, I'm freaking

said through ragged

myself with my hand

wants to interview me on Friday, next

great.He'll

her

look at you,

"Exactly,"

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"Perfectly said,"

no, I'm so nervous all of

through

Magazine was my dream job ever since I found out I

an interview with perhaps the greatest

and took my hand

free on Friday.I can drive you guys

Tristan added.

meeting with my professor that

Sophie pouted.

I'll be waiting at

even know if I'll get the job,

just getting an interview with David Haskell is a feat

Tristan replied.

must really

we're celebrating no

you guys,"I smiled and looked

don't know what I'll ever

leaned in to give me a kiss on

what else did they tell you?"

could start working there immediately right after

"Wow!" Sophie gasped.

Elliott looked

"That's amazing!"

Tristan nodded.

believe this is

somewhat

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

we'll figure everything

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

have to go

Emmie, we're in the

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

the meal, I'll make sure she gets

"Please do,"

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

chuckled and

gave Sophie one last glare before turning to my

next few days, I

of information about David Haskell and the New

speech about why I think I'd

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

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

wear! My interview was

part of the interview because first

confident and hardworking

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

closet was a complete mess, Marie Kondo would be appalled at

was scattered everywhere and old boxes and suitcases and

to do a deep cleaning after I was done with finals, but turns out I

where’s that blazer? I know I have it in

pushed and shoved the pile of dirty

reached deep into the corner

It was a book.

it towards me and under the dim closet light,

I used to

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

our whole relationship in

him, but now, it was the

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

had our favorite quote

present he ever got me and

kept it all

"Emma?"

heard Elliott's voice pulling me back to

are you

book and locket back to the corner and covered it with a

"Elliott!"

to see him

"Hey, what’s going on?"

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