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

interview, maybe sometime

"Ah...yes!"

half gaped,

"Yes, absolutely, yes!"

good for you? Say around 11

"Yes, that’s perfect,"

vigorously, though

email you with the details of

"Yes, wonderful,"

a good

Margaret, thank you so,

squeaking in excitement as I

face as

me felt like I was

was that all

as I reached the table and sat

New York Magazine wants

yelped and squeaked and shook my

"Who?"

Sophie asked.

one of

and I

you wanted!"the light bulb finally

and gave me a hug, "Congratulations,

god, you guys, I'm

said through ragged

with my hand because suddenly

to interview me on

great.He'll love

her hand

at

"Exactly,"

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"Perfectly said,"

I'm so nervous all of a

through gritted

dream job ever since I found out I wanted

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

took my hand in

Friday.I can drive you guys to the

Tristan added.

with my professor that Friday, so I can't

Sophie pouted.

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

even know if I'll

a feat in itself, you should be

Tristan replied.

is a busy man.He must really think highly

celebrating no matter what,"Sophie

you guys,"I smiled and looked at all

what I'll ever do without

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

they tell

job, I could start working

"Wow!" Sophie gasped.

Elliott looked

"That's amazing!"

Tristan nodded.

know, I still can’t believe this

somewhat hyperventilating

to do my research, prepare my portfolio and

everything out.You have time,"Sophie

week is not enough time to impress David Haskell, I have

have to

Emmie, we're in the middle

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

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

"Please do,"

in her eyes when she added,

and

Sophie one last glare

days, I was Emma

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

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

so much for this interview, it was haunting me in

me in front of the board of editors, I was standing

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

outfit was an important part of the interview because

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

research paper on the floor, I jumped up

a complete mess, Marie Kondo would

and suitcases and everything were just crammed

after I was done with finals, but turns out I had one more thing

know I have

and shoved the pile

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

It was a book.

the dim closet light,

book that lan and I used to read together

shoved this book so far deep inside my closet because

book was what started our whole relationship in

him, but now, it was the most horrible book in

bad? And deep inside the closet, right under the book, was the heart locket that lan

our

present he ever got me and probably the best present

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

"Emma?"

Elliott's voice pulling

you

the book and locket back to the corner and covered it with

"Elliott!"

to see him standing in

"Hey, what’s going on?"

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