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.

that he thinks is perfect for you and you can start

see you for an interview, maybe sometime next week, would you

"Ah...yes!"

half gaped,

"Yes, absolutely, yes!"

then is Friday the 20th good for

"Yes, that’s perfect,"

though she couldn't

email you with the details of the interview time

"Yes, wonderful,"

a good night,

thank

was squealing and squeaking in excitement as I turned off

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

like I was floating, like this

was that

I reached the table and

Haskell from the New York Magazine wants

squeaked and shook my hands

"Who?"

Sophie asked.

like one of the greatest editors

gaped and I

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

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

guys, I'm freaking

said through

myself with my hand because

wants to interview me on

do great.He'll

her hand

at you,

"Exactly,"

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"Perfectly said,"

no, I'm so nervous all of

through

ever since I

get a call, let alone an interview with perhaps the greatest editor of all time! "You'll be all

smiled reassuringly and took my hand in his, squeezing

on Friday.I can

Tristan added.

with my professor that Friday, so

Sophie pouted.

be rooting for you.And I'll be waiting

know if I'll

with David Haskell is a feat in

Tristan replied.

busy man.He must really think highly of you

so we're celebrating no

and looked at all

I'll ever do without

in to give

else did they

I get the job, I could start

"Wow!" Sophie gasped.

Elliott looked

"That's amazing!"

Tristan nodded.

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

somewhat hyperventilating a

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

we'll figure everything out.You have

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

have to go

Emmie, we're in the

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

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

"Please do,"

was a little naughty glint in her eyes when she added, "And help her blow off that steam,

and

eyes at her, I gave Sophie one last glare before turning to

few days, I was Emma the busy

was cramming all kinds of information about

about why I think I'd be perfect to

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 editors, I was

was in three days and I hadn’t picked

outfit was an important part of the interview because

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

on the floor, I jumped up

a complete mess, Marie Kondo would be appalled at the

scattered everywhere and old boxes and suitcases and everything were

I 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

that blazer? I know I have

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

as my hand reached deep into the corner of the room, I felt something

It was a book.

the dim closet light, I read

and I used to

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

our whole relationship in

before I met him, but

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

our favorite quote from the

was the first present he ever got me and probably the best present I'd ever gotten

I kept it all these years, hidden deep

"Emma?"

Elliott's voice pulling me back

are you

back to the corner and covered it with a

"Elliott!"

turned around to see

"Hey, what’s going on?"

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