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.

in our office that he thinks is perfect for you and you can start right

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

"Ah...yes!"

gaped, half

"Yes, absolutely, yes!"

Friday the 20th good for

"Yes, that’s perfect,"

nodded vigorously, though she

the

"Yes, wonderful,"

have a good night,

thank you

squealing and squeaking in excitement as I

biggest smile on my face as I made my

felt like I was floating, like this

that all

as I reached

from the New York Magazine wants to

and shook my hands

"Who?"

Sophie asked.

he’s like one of the

gaped and I

wanted!"the light

gave me a hug, "Congratulations, Emmie,

guys,

said through ragged

myself with my hand because suddenly

wants to interview me on

do great.He'll

her

look at you,

"Exactly,"

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"Perfectly said,"

no, I'm so nervous all of a

through gritted

my dream job ever since I found out I wanted

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

smiled reassuringly and took my hand in his, squeezing

Friday.I can drive you guys

Tristan added.

a meeting with my professor that Friday, so I can't

Sophie pouted.

you.And I'll be waiting at home with pizza and champagne

know if I'll get the job,

just getting an interview with David Haskell is a feat in

Tristan replied.

man.He must really think highly of you to interview

no matter

looked at all their

know what I'll ever do without

and Tristan smiled brightly, and Elliott leaned in to give

what else did they tell you?"

I could

"Wow!" Sophie gasped.

Elliott looked taken

"That's amazing!"

Tristan nodded.

know, I still can’t believe

stuttered, somewhat hyperventilating

my research, prepare my portfolio and

figure everything

I have to

have to

in the middle

gulped the

finish the meal, I'll make sure she gets home

"Please do,"

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

and waved

her, I gave Sophie one last glare before

next few days, I

was cramming all kinds of information about David

speech about why I think

was preparing so much for this interview, it was haunting

Haskell was interviewing me in front of the

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

part of the interview because

"Hello, I'm Emma and I'm a confident and hardworking employee, but also I can be fun and creative and I work

stack of books and research paper on the floor, I

was a complete mess, Marie Kondo would be appalled

laundry was scattered everywhere and old boxes and suitcases and everything were

done with finals, but turns out

know

shoved the pile of dirty

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

It was a book.

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

was the book that lan and I used to

but I had shoved this book so far deep inside my

what started our whole relationship in the first

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

this bad? And deep inside the closet, right under the book, was

had our

ever got me and probably the best present I'd ever

meaningful to me that I kept it all

"Emma?"

voice pulling me

are you in

book and locket back to the corner and

"Elliott!"

turned around to see him standing in

"Hey, what’s going on?"

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