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 right

an interview, maybe sometime next week,

"Ah...yes!"

gaped, half

"Yes, absolutely, yes!"

Friday the 20th good for you? Say around 11

"Yes, that’s perfect,"

though she couldn't

with the details of the interview

"Yes, wonderful,"

have a good night,

thank you

was squealing and squeaking in excitement as I turned off the

face as I made my way

I was

was that

reached the table and sat

New York Magazine wants to interview me for a

yelped and squeaked and shook my hands

"Who?"

Sophie asked.

of the greatest editors of all

and

the job you wanted!"the

to me and gave me a

you guys, I'm freaking

through ragged

hand because suddenly I felt so

to interview me on Friday,

great.He'll

waved her

at you,

"Exactly,"

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"Perfectly said,"

I'm so nervous

said through

my dream job ever since I found out

applied for the job, I didn’t even think I was gonna get a call, let alone an interview with perhaps the greatest editor of all

took my hand in his, squeezing it

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

Tristan added.

a meeting with my professor

Sophie pouted.

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

don’t even know if I'll get

a feat in itself, you should be proud

Tristan replied.

Haskell is a busy man.He must really

celebrating no matter what,"Sophie stated

and looked

know what I'll ever

smiled brightly, and Elliott leaned in to give me a kiss on the cheek, whispering,

they

the job, I could start working there immediately right

"Wow!" Sophie gasped.

Elliott looked

"That's amazing!"

Tristan nodded.

can’t believe

somewhat hyperventilating a

research, prepare my portfolio and oh god,

figure everything out.You

time to impress David Haskell, I have to get started right

to go

Emmie, we're in the middle of

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

the meal, I'll make

"Please do,"

little naughty glint in her eyes when she

chuckled and waved

Sophie one last glare

next few days, I

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

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

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

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

was

an important part of the interview because

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

the floor, I jumped up to my feet and

was a complete mess, Marie

laundry was scattered everywhere and old boxes and suitcases and everything

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

that blazer? I know I have

on the ground, I pushed and shoved the pile

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

It was a book.

it towards me and under the dim closet light,

and I used to read together and

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

book was what started our whole relationship in

but now, it was the most horrible

to hurt this bad? And deep inside the closet, right under the book, was the heart locket that

the inside, he had our favorite quote from the book

first present he ever got me and

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

"Emma?"

Elliott's voice pulling me

are you in

the corner and covered

"Elliott!"

around to see

"Hey, what’s going on?"

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