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.

is perfect for you and you can start

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

"Ah...yes!"

gaped, half

"Yes, absolutely, yes!"

is Friday the 20th good

"Yes, that’s perfect,"

though she

with the details of the interview time

"Yes, wonderful,"

right, have a good night,

thank you so, so

in excitement as I turned off the

biggest smile on my face as I

part of me felt like I was

that all

reached the

York Magazine

and squeaked and shook my hands

"Who?"

Sophie asked.

one of the

gaped and

that’s the job you wanted!"the light bulb finally

me and gave me

god, you guys, I'm

through ragged

my hand because suddenly I felt

to interview me

great.He'll love

her hand

at you, who

"Exactly,"

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"Perfectly said,"

nervous all of a

said through gritted

New York Magazine was my dream job ever since I found out I

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 time! "You'll be all right, love.I'll come with you

and took my hand in his, squeezing it

can drive you

Tristan added.

my professor that Friday, so I

Sophie pouted.

for you.And I'll be waiting

know if I'll get the job,

just getting an interview with David Haskell is a feat in itself, you should be

Tristan replied.

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

no matter

guys,"I smiled and looked

what I'll ever do without

and Elliott leaned in to give me a

they tell you?"

job, I could start working there immediately right after

"Wow!" Sophie gasped.

Elliott looked taken

"That's amazing!"

Tristan nodded.

I still can’t believe this is

stuttered, somewhat

my portfolio and oh

everything out.You have

is not enough time to impress David Haskell, I have to get started right away!"I got

have to

in the middle of

gulped the last of my wine down and grabbed

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

"Please do,"

naughty glint in her eyes when she added,

and

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

days, I

of information about David Haskell

made a whole speech about why I

much for this interview, it was

of the board of editors,

need to find something to wear! My interview was in three days and I hadn’t picked

part of the interview because

something that would say, "Hello, I'm Emma and I'm a confident and hardworking

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

a complete mess, Marie Kondo would be

and suitcases and everything were just

I was done with finals, but

blazer? I know I have it in

ground, I pushed and shoved the pile of

my hand reached deep into the corner of

It was a book.

and under the dim closet light, I read the title of the book,

was the book that lan and I used to read

I'd keep my books on the shelves, but I had shoved this book so far deep inside my

our whole relationship

I met him, but now, it was

to hurt this bad? And deep inside

inside, he had our favorite quote

me and probably the best present I'd ever gotten

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

"Emma?"

Elliott's voice pulling

you

to the corner and covered it with a pile of dirty

"Elliott!"

around to see

"Hey, what’s going on?"

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