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 start right

an interview, maybe sometime next week,

"Ah...yes!"

gaped, half

"Yes, absolutely, yes!"

the 20th good for you? Say around

"Yes, that’s perfect,"

nodded vigorously, though she

will email you with the details of the interview time and

"Yes, wonderful,"

have a good night,

Margaret, thank you

squealing and squeaking in excitement as I turned

face as I

was floating,

that all

as I reached

Haskell from the New York Magazine wants to

and shook my hands in

"Who?"

Sophie asked.

like one of the greatest editors of all

gaped and

the job you wanted!"the light bulb finally clicked

up to me and gave me

you guys, I'm freaking

through

with my hand because suddenly

to interview me

do great.He'll

waved her

at

"Exactly,"

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"Perfectly said,"

I'm so nervous

through

New York Magazine was my dream job ever since I found out

even think I was gonna get a call, let alone an interview with perhaps the greatest editor of all time! "You'll be

took my hand in

Friday.I can

Tristan added.

with my professor that Friday, so I can't

Sophie pouted.

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

don’t even know if I'll get

with David Haskell is a

Tristan replied.

is a busy man.He must really think highly of you to interview you

we're celebrating no matter what,"Sophie

guys,"I smiled and looked at all their

don't know what I'll ever do without

leaned in to give me a kiss on the cheek,

what else did they tell you?" Tristan

get the job, I could

"Wow!" Sophie gasped.

Elliott looked

"That's amazing!"

Tristan nodded.

I still can’t believe this is happening.Everything

somewhat hyperventilating

do my research, prepare my portfolio and oh god, what

figure everything out.You have time,"Sophie

enough time to impress David Haskell, I have to get started right away!"I got up

have to

we're in the middle

the

stay and finish the meal, I'll make

"Please do,"

little naughty glint in her eyes when she added, "And help

and waved

eyes at her, I gave Sophie one last glare before turning

the next few days, I

information about David Haskell and the New York

I think I'd be perfect to work

preparing so much for this interview, it was haunting me

of the board of editors,

something to wear! My interview was in three days and I hadn’t picked out an outfit

was an important part of the interview

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

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

complete mess, Marie Kondo would be appalled

and suitcases and everything were just

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

I know I have it in

pile of dirty laundry

hand reached deep into the corner of the room, I

It was a book.

closet light,

was the book that lan and I used to read together and

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

was what started our whole relationship in the first

before I met him, but now, it was

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

he had our

he ever got me and probably the

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

"Emma?"

voice pulling me back to

you

the corner and covered it with a

"Elliott!"

around to see him standing in my

"Hey, what’s going on?"

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