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

an interview, maybe sometime next week, would you be

"Ah...yes!"

half gaped,

"Yes, absolutely, yes!"

the 20th good for

"Yes, that’s perfect,"

vigorously, though she couldn't see

will email you with the details of the interview

"Yes, wonderful,"

have a

Margaret, thank you

squeaking in excitement as I turned off

as I made my

was floating, like this

that all

as I reached the table and sat

from the New York Magazine wants

yelped and squeaked and shook my

"Who?"

Sophie asked.

one of the greatest editors of all

gaped and I nodded

that’s the job you wanted!"the light bulb finally clicked in

ran up to me and gave me a hug, "Congratulations, Emmie, you totally

you guys, I'm freaking

said through ragged

hand because

to interview me on Friday,

do great.He'll

waved her

look at

"Exactly,"

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"Perfectly said,"

I'm so nervous

through gritted

since I found out I wanted to

applied for the job, I didn’t even think I was gonna get a call, let alone an interview with perhaps the greatest editor

smiled reassuringly and took my hand in

on Friday.I can drive you

Tristan added.

meeting with my professor that Friday, so I

Sophie pouted.

waiting at home with

know if I'll

Haskell is a feat in itself, you should be proud of

Tristan replied.

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

celebrating no matter what,"Sophie

looked at all their supportive

know what I'll ever do

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

what else did they

if I get the job, I could start working there

"Wow!" Sophie gasped.

looked taken

"That's amazing!"

Tristan nodded.

I still can’t believe this

somewhat hyperventilating a

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

figure everything out.You

not enough time to impress David Haskell, I have

to

Emmie, we're in the

gulped the last of my wine

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

"Please do,"

in her eyes when she added, "And help her blow off that steam,

and

gave Sophie one last glare

days, I was Emma

all kinds of information about David Haskell and the

whole speech about why I

interview, it was

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

to wear! My interview was in

important part of the interview

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

stack of books and research paper on the floor,

mess, Marie

scattered everywhere and old boxes and suitcases and

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

where’s that blazer? I know I have it in here

on the ground, I pushed and shoved the pile of dirty

the corner of the room, I felt something small and

It was a book.

pulled it towards me and under the dim closet

was the book that lan and I used to read

but I had shoved this book so far deep

what started our whole relationship in

I met him, but

have to hurt this bad? And deep inside the closet, right under

he had our favorite

and

kept it all these years, hidden deep inside the dark and dirty

"Emma?"

pulling me back to

you in

corner and covered

"Elliott!"

to see

"Hey, what’s going on?"

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