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.

our office that he thinks is perfect for you and

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

"Ah...yes!"

gaped,

"Yes, absolutely, yes!"

then is Friday the 20th good for you?

"Yes, that’s perfect,"

vigorously, though she

email you with the

"Yes, wonderful,"

right, have a

you, Margaret, thank

and squeaking in excitement as I turned off the

face as I made my way back

like I was floating,

that all

asked as I reached the table and sat

New York Magazine wants to interview me

squeaked and shook my

"Who?"

Sophie asked.

crap, he’s like one of the greatest

and I

you wanted!"the light bulb finally clicked

gave me a hug, "Congratulations,

god, you guys,

said through ragged

my hand because suddenly

to interview me on Friday, next

do great.He'll

her hand

at

"Exactly,"

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"Perfectly said,"

I'm so nervous all of a

through

job ever since I

get a call, let alone an interview with perhaps the greatest editor of all time! "You'll be all right,

reassuringly and took my hand in his,

Friday.I can drive you guys to

Tristan added.

have a meeting with my professor that Friday, so

Sophie pouted.

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

know if I'll

David Haskell is a

Tristan replied.

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

so we're celebrating no

smiled and looked at all their supportive

don't know what I'll ever do without

brightly, and Elliott leaned in to give me a kiss on the cheek,

what else did they tell you?" Tristan

I get the job, I could start working

"Wow!" Sophie gasped.

Elliott looked

"That's amazing!"

Tristan nodded.

know, I still can’t believe

somewhat hyperventilating a

need to do my research, prepare my portfolio and oh god, what am

figure everything

Haskell, I have to get started right away!"I

to

the middle of

the last of my

and finish the meal, I'll make sure she gets home okay,"Elliott

"Please do,"

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

chuckled and waved

gave Sophie one last glare before turning to

I was Emma the busy

of information about

I think I'd be

much for this interview,

dreamt that as David Haskell was interviewing me in front of the board of editors, I was standing

wear! My interview was in three days and I

part of

"Hello, I'm Emma and I'm a confident and hardworking employee, but also I can

on the floor, I jumped up to

Marie Kondo would be appalled at

scattered everywhere and old boxes and suitcases and everything

after I was done with finals, but turns out I had one more thing to prepare for before I could finally

where’s that blazer? I know I have

ground, I pushed and shoved the pile of dirty laundry away,

deep into the corner of the room,

It was a book.

the dim closet light, I read the title of the

I used to read

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

started our whole

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

does something so beautiful have to hurt this bad? And deep inside the closet, right under the book, was the heart

he had our favorite quote from the

and probably the

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

"Emma?"

heard Elliott's voice pulling me back

you in

to the corner and

"Elliott!"

turned around to see him standing

"Hey, what’s going on?"

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