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 can start right after

you for an interview, maybe sometime next week,

"Ah...yes!"

half gaped,

"Yes, absolutely, yes!"

then is Friday the 20th good for you?

"Yes, that’s perfect,"

nodded vigorously, though she couldn't

with the details of the interview time and

"Yes, wonderful,"

right, have a

thank

and squeaking in excitement as I

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

me felt like I was floating, like

was that

reached the table and

the New York Magazine wants to

and

"Who?"

Sophie asked.

one of the greatest editors of

and I nodded

goodness, that’s the job you wanted!"the

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

guys,

through

with my hand because suddenly I felt so

wants to interview me on Friday, next

great.He'll love

waved her

at

"Exactly,"

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"Perfectly said,"

no, I'm so nervous all

said through

since I found out I wanted to work in

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 you to

and took my hand in his,

I’m free on Friday.I can

Tristan added.

have a meeting with my professor

Sophie pouted.

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

even know if

is a feat in itself, you should be

Tristan replied.

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

celebrating no matter

looked at

what I'll ever

brightly, and Elliott leaned in to give me a

what else did they tell you?"

I could start working

"Wow!" Sophie gasped.

Elliott looked taken

"That's amazing!"

Tristan nodded.

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

somewhat

my portfolio and

everything out.You

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

have to go

Emmie, we're in the middle

the last of my wine

I'll make sure

"Please do,"

naughty glint in her eyes when

chuckled and

I gave Sophie one last glare before turning to

I was Emma

was cramming all kinds of information about David Haskell and the New

whole speech about why I think I'd be perfect to

preparing so much for this interview, it was haunting me

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

was

important part of the interview

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

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

a complete mess, Marie Kondo

old boxes and suitcases and everything were just crammed

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

that blazer? I know

shoved the pile of

reached deep into the corner of the room, I felt

It was a book.

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

the book that lan and I used to read together and we quoted it all the

books on the shelves, but I had shoved this book so far deep

was what started our whole relationship in the

I met him, but now, it was the

mean, why does something so beautiful have to hurt this bad? And deep inside the closet, right under the book, was the heart locket that lan gave

the inside, he had our favorite quote from the book

present he ever got me and probably the best

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

"Emma?"

voice pulling me

you in

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

"Elliott!"

see

"Hey, what’s going on?"

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