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.

he thinks is perfect for you and you

see you for an interview, maybe

"Ah...yes!"

half gaped, half

"Yes, absolutely, yes!"

is Friday the 20th good for you? Say around 11

"Yes, that’s perfect,"

though she couldn't

the details of

"Yes, wonderful,"

right, have a good night,

you, Margaret, thank

was squealing and squeaking in excitement as

smile on my face as I made my way

like I was floating, like this must

that

reached the table

the New York Magazine

and squeaked and shook

"Who?"

Sophie asked.

he’s like one of the greatest editors of all

gaped and I

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

me and gave me

you guys, I'm freaking

through ragged

was fanning myself with my hand because suddenly I felt

to interview me on Friday, next

do great.He'll

waved her hand

mean, look at

"Exactly,"

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"Perfectly said,"

so nervous all of a

through gritted

my dream job ever since I found out I wanted to work

an interview with perhaps the greatest editor of all time! "You'll be all right, love.I'll come with you to

took my hand in his, squeezing

Friday.I can drive you guys

Tristan added.

have a meeting with my professor

Sophie pouted.

be waiting at

if

an interview with David Haskell is a feat

Tristan replied.

mean, David Haskell is a busy man.He must

so we're celebrating no

you guys,"I smiled and looked at all their

know what I'll

brightly, and Elliott leaned in to give

did they

get the job, I could start working

"Wow!" Sophie gasped.

Elliott looked taken

"That's amazing!"

Tristan nodded.

I still can’t believe this is happening.Everything

stuttered, somewhat hyperventilating a

research, prepare my portfolio and

everything

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

to

the middle of celebrating,"Sophie

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

two should stay and finish the meal, I'll make sure she gets home okay,"Elliott stood up next to

"Please do,"

eyes when she added, "And help her blow off that steam, will

and waved

I gave Sophie one last glare before turning to

next few days, I

was cramming all kinds of information about David Haskell

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

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

interviewing me in front of the board of

find something to wear! My interview was in three days and I

important part of

a confident and hardworking employee, but also I can be fun and creative and I

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

mess, Marie Kondo would be appalled at

was scattered everywhere and old boxes and suitcases and

to do a deep cleaning after I was done with finals, but turns

I know I have it in

the pile of dirty laundry away,

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

It was a book.

it towards me and under the dim closet light, I read the

book that lan and I used to read together and we

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

what started our

book before I met him, but now, it was the most

And deep inside the closet, right under the book, was

had our favorite quote from

got me and probably the best

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

"Emma?"

Elliott's voice pulling me back

are you

to the corner and covered it with a pile

"Elliott!"

to see him standing in my

"Hey, what’s going on?"

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