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.

position in our office that he thinks is perfect for

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

"Ah...yes!"

half gaped,

"Yes, absolutely, yes!"

good for you? Say around 11

"Yes, that’s perfect,"

though she

right.I will email you with the

"Yes, wonderful,"

a

Margaret, thank you so,

was squealing and squeaking in excitement as I turned off the

the biggest smile on my face as I made my way back

of me felt like I was floating, like

that all

reached the

from the New York Magazine wants

and squeaked and shook my

"Who?"

Sophie asked.

crap, he’s like one of the

gaped and I

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

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

you guys, I'm freaking

said through

my hand because suddenly I

wants to interview me on Friday, next

great.He'll

waved her

at you,

"Exactly,"

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"Perfectly said,"

nervous

through

job ever since I found out I

interview with perhaps the greatest editor of all time!

my hand in

Friday.I can drive

Tristan added.

meeting with my professor

Sophie pouted.

be waiting at home with pizza and champagne

if I'll get the job,

with David Haskell is a feat in itself, you should

Tristan replied.

man.He must really think highly of you to

we're celebrating no matter what,"Sophie

looked at

know what I'll ever do without

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

what else did they tell you?"

get the job, I could start working there

"Wow!" Sophie gasped.

looked taken

"That's amazing!"

Tristan nodded.

know, I still can’t believe

somewhat

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

figure everything out.You have time,"Sophie

Haskell, I have

have to

we're in the middle of

the last of my wine down

and finish the meal, I'll make

"Please do,"

there was a little naughty glint in her eyes when she added, "And

chuckled and

I gave Sophie

I was Emma the busy

information about David Haskell and the New York

even made a whole speech about why I think I'd

this interview, it was

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

interview was in

outfit was an important part of the interview because first impressions

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

the floor,

Marie Kondo would

was scattered everywhere and old boxes and suitcases and everything were just crammed in

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

I know I have it

on the ground, I pushed and shoved the pile of dirty laundry away, scavenging for my

deep into the corner of

It was a book.

me and under the dim closet

I used to

but I had shoved this book so far deep inside

what started our whole relationship in

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

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

our favorite quote from the

first present he ever got me and probably the best present

was so meaningful to me that I kept it all

"Emma?"

voice pulling me back

are you in

corner and covered

"Elliott!"

around to see him standing in

"Hey, what’s going on?"

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