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

wants to see you for an interview, maybe sometime next week, would

"Ah...yes!"

gaped, half

"Yes, absolutely, yes!"

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

"Yes, that’s perfect,"

though

the

"Yes, wonderful,"

a good

you, Margaret, thank you

was squealing and squeaking in excitement as

biggest smile on my face as I made my way

was floating, like this must be

that all

I reached the table and sat

York Magazine wants to interview

and squeaked and shook

"Who?"

Sophie asked.

one of the greatest editors

gaped and I nodded

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

me a hug,

god, you guys, I'm

through ragged

hand because

interview me on Friday, next

do great.He'll love

her hand

at you,

"Exactly,"

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"Perfectly said,"

so nervous

said through

was my dream job ever since

an interview with perhaps the greatest

reassuringly and took my hand in

I’m free on Friday.I can drive

Tristan added.

my professor that Friday, so I

Sophie pouted.

waiting at home with pizza

even know if I'll get the

Haskell is a feat in

Tristan replied.

man.He must really think

so we're celebrating no matter what,"Sophie stated

looked at all their

don't know what I'll ever

to give me

what else did they tell you?"

could start

"Wow!" Sophie gasped.

Elliott looked taken

"That's amazing!"

Tristan nodded.

still can’t believe this is happening.Everything

somewhat hyperventilating

to do my research, prepare my

we'll figure everything out.You

to impress David Haskell, I have to get

have to

the middle of celebrating,"Sophie

I'll celebrate after David Haskell,"I gulped the last of

I'll make sure

"Please do,"

said, and there was a little naughty glint in her eyes when she added,

chuckled and waved

I gave Sophie one last glare before turning

days, I was Emma the busy

all kinds of information about David Haskell and the New

even made a whole speech about why I

so much for this interview, it

of the board

to wear! My interview was in three days and

an important part of the

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

of books and research paper on the floor,

a complete mess, Marie

and suitcases and everything were just

going to do a deep cleaning after I was done with finals, but turns out I had one more thing to

where’s that blazer? I know

pushed and shoved the pile of dirty laundry away, scavenging for

hand reached deep into the corner of the room, I felt

It was a book.

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

I used to read together and we quoted it all

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

started our

my favorite book before I met him, but now, it was the most horrible book in the

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

he had our

and probably the best present I'd ever gotten in

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

"Emma?"

Elliott's voice pulling me back to

are you

the corner and covered it with a pile

"Elliott!"

to see him standing in

"Hey, what’s going on?"

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