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 right

interview, maybe sometime next week, would

"Ah...yes!"

half gaped, half

"Yes, absolutely, yes!"

is Friday the 20th good for you?

"Yes, that’s perfect,"

though she

right.I will email you with the details of the interview time and

"Yes, wonderful,"

a good

you, Margaret, thank you so,

excitement as I turned off

face as I made my way back to the

felt like I was floating, like this

was that

I reached the table

New York Magazine wants to interview me for

and squeaked and shook

"Who?"

Sophie asked.

he’s like one of the greatest editors

and I

the job you wanted!"the light bulb finally

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

guys,

said through ragged

with my hand because

me on Friday,

great.He'll

her

look at you,

"Exactly,"

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"Perfectly said,"

so nervous

said through

job ever since

call, let alone an interview with perhaps the greatest editor of all time! "You'll be all right, love.I'll

reassuringly and took my

free on Friday.I can drive

Tristan added.

professor that Friday,

Sophie pouted.

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

even know if I'll get the

David Haskell is a feat in itself, you should

Tristan replied.

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

so we're celebrating no matter

looked at all their

what I'll ever

to give me a kiss on the cheek, whispering, "Anytime,

else did they tell you?"

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

"Wow!" Sophie gasped.

Elliott looked

"That's amazing!"

Tristan nodded.

can’t believe this

somewhat

prepare my portfolio and

everything out.You have

not enough time to impress David Haskell, I have to get started

to go

we're in the

Haskell,"I gulped the last of my wine down and grabbed

finish the meal, I'll make sure she gets home okay,"Elliott stood

"Please do,"

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

chuckled and

her, I gave Sophie

I was Emma the busy

was cramming all kinds of information about David Haskell and the

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

for this interview, it was haunting me in my

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

was in three

outfit was an important part of the interview because

I'm a confident and hardworking

the floor, I jumped

closet was a complete mess, Marie Kondo would

was scattered everywhere and old boxes and suitcases and everything

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

I know I have it in here

pile of

the corner of the room, I

It was a book.

the dim closet light,

that lan and I used to read together and we

but I had shoved this book so far deep inside my

our

book before I met him, but

why does something so beautiful have to hurt this bad? And deep inside the closet, right under the book, was the

inside, he had our

first present he ever got me and probably the best

it all these years, hidden deep inside the dark and

"Emma?"

pulling

you in

the book and locket back to the corner and

"Elliott!"

see him

"Hey, what’s going on?"

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