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.

office that he thinks is perfect for you and you

for an interview, maybe sometime next

"Ah...yes!"

half gaped,

"Yes, absolutely, yes!"

Friday the 20th good for you? Say around

"Yes, that’s perfect,"

nodded vigorously, though she couldn't see

email you with the details of the

"Yes, wonderful,"

right, have a good

Margaret, thank you

and squeaking in excitement as

my face as I made

was floating, like this must be

was that

as I reached the table and sat

the New York Magazine

squeaked and shook my

"Who?"

Sophie asked.

crap, he’s like one of the

and I

you wanted!"the light

and gave me a hug,

god, you guys, I'm freaking

through ragged

my hand because suddenly

wants to interview me on Friday,

do great.He'll

her hand

at you,

"Exactly,"

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"Perfectly said,"

so nervous all of a

said through

job ever since I found

a call, let alone an interview with perhaps the greatest editor of all

my

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

Tristan added.

my professor that Friday, so I can't

Sophie pouted.

I'll be waiting at home with pizza and

even know if I'll get the

interview with David Haskell is a feat

Tristan replied.

man.He must really think

we're celebrating no

smiled and looked

know what I'll

and Elliott leaned in to give me a kiss on the

did they tell

job, I could start working there immediately right after

"Wow!" Sophie gasped.

looked taken

"That's amazing!"

Tristan nodded.

believe this is

somewhat hyperventilating

prepare my portfolio and oh god, what am

figure everything out.You

enough time to impress David Haskell, I have to get started right away!"I got up

have to

we're in the middle

celebrate after David Haskell,"I gulped the last of

I'll make sure she gets home okay,"Elliott stood up next to

"Please do,"

little naughty glint in her eyes when she added, "And

chuckled and waved

eyes at her, I gave Sophie

days, I was Emma

all kinds of information about David Haskell

why I think I'd be perfect to

so much for this interview, it

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

wear! My interview was in three days and I hadn’t picked out an

was an important part of the interview because first impressions

and hardworking employee, but also

books and research paper on the floor, I

Marie Kondo would

and

finals, but turns out I had one more

blazer? I know I have it

pile of dirty laundry

deep into the corner of the

It was a book.

dim closet light, I read the title of

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 closet because

what started our whole relationship in

before I met him, but now, it was the

inside the closet,

the inside, he had our favorite

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

kept it all these years, hidden deep inside

"Emma?"

voice pulling me

you in

pushed the book and locket back to the corner and covered

"Elliott!"

turned around to see him

"Hey, what’s going on?"

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