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 can

you for an interview, maybe sometime next week,

"Ah...yes!"

half gaped, half

"Yes, absolutely, yes!"

20th good for you?

"Yes, that’s perfect,"

nodded vigorously, though she couldn't

will email you with the details

"Yes, wonderful,"

have a good

thank you

excitement as I turned

had the biggest smile on my face as I made

felt like I was floating, like this

was that

reached the table

Magazine wants to interview me for a

and shook my

"Who?"

Sophie asked.

one of the greatest editors of

and

job you wanted!"the light bulb finally clicked

up to me and gave me a hug,

you guys, I'm

through ragged

myself with my hand because suddenly I felt

to interview me

do great.He'll

her hand

at

"Exactly,"

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"Perfectly said,"

so nervous all of a

said through

job ever since I found

even think I was gonna get a call, let alone an interview with perhaps the greatest editor of

smiled reassuringly and took my hand in his, squeezing it

can drive you guys to the

Tristan added.

meeting with my professor

Sophie pouted.

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

know if I'll

is a feat in itself, you should be proud of

Tristan replied.

David Haskell is a busy man.He must really think highly of

so we're celebrating no matter what,"Sophie

looked at

know what I'll

and Elliott leaned in to give me a kiss on the

did they tell

the job, I could start working there

"Wow!" Sophie gasped.

Elliott looked taken

"That's amazing!"

Tristan nodded.

I still can’t believe

stuttered, somewhat hyperventilating

still need to do my research, prepare my portfolio and oh god,

everything out.You have time,"Sophie

is not enough time to impress David Haskell, I have

to go

we're in the middle of

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

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

"Please do,"

her eyes when she added, "And help

and waved

I gave Sophie one last glare

days, I was Emma the

was cramming all kinds of information about

about why I think I'd be perfect to work in their

much for this interview,

I dreamt that as David Haskell was interviewing me in front of the

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

was an important part of the

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

books and research paper on the floor, I jumped up

closet was a complete mess, Marie Kondo would be

old boxes and suitcases and everything were just

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

that blazer? I know I have it in here

the ground, I pushed and shoved the pile of dirty

corner of the room, I felt something small

It was a book.

under the dim closet light, I read the title of

and I used to read together and we quoted it all the

I had shoved this book so far deep inside my closet because looking at it made

our whole relationship in the first

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

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

our favorite quote from the

me and probably

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

"Emma?"

voice pulling me back

are you

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

"Elliott!"

to see him standing in my

"Hey, what’s going on?"

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