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.

thinks is perfect for

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

"Ah...yes!"

gaped, half

"Yes, absolutely, yes!"

20th good for you?

"Yes, that’s perfect,"

though

will email you with the details of the interview time and

"Yes, wonderful,"

right, have a

thank you

in excitement as I

my face as

of me felt like I was floating, like this must be

that all

I reached the table

Magazine wants to

squeaked and shook

"Who?"

Sophie asked.

like one of the greatest editors

and

goodness, that’s the job you wanted!"the light bulb finally

to me and gave me

guys, I'm

said through

myself with my hand because suddenly I felt so

wants to interview me on Friday,

do great.He'll

her

look at

"Exactly,"

Elliott nodded in agreement.

"Perfectly said,"

I'm so nervous all of

said through gritted

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

interview with perhaps the greatest editor of all time!

and took my

can

Tristan added.

my professor that

Sophie pouted.

be waiting at home with pizza and

if I'll get the job,

interview with David Haskell is a feat in itself, you should be

Tristan replied.

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

we're celebrating no matter

you guys,"I smiled and looked at

what I'll ever do

Elliott leaned in to give me a kiss on the cheek, whispering, "Anytime,

did they

if I get the job, I could start

"Wow!" Sophie gasped.

Elliott looked

"That's amazing!"

Tristan nodded.

I still can’t believe this is happening.Everything happened

stuttered, somewhat hyperventilating

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

everything

Haskell, I have to get started

to

we're in the middle of celebrating,"Sophie

I'll celebrate after David Haskell,"I gulped the last of my wine down and grabbed my

the meal, I'll make sure she

"Please do,"

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

and

Sophie one last

days, I was Emma

about David Haskell and the New

I think I'd

this interview, it was haunting me in my

as David Haskell was interviewing me in front of

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

part of the

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

floor, I jumped up to my feet and

mess, Marie Kondo would

boxes and suitcases

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

where’s that blazer? I know I

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

into the corner of the room,

It was a book.

under the dim closet light, I

to read together and we quoted

I had shoved this book so far

what started our

before I met him, but now, it

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

our favorite quote from the

ever got me and probably the best

it all these years, hidden deep inside the dark

"Emma?"

Elliott's voice pulling me

are you

and locket back to the corner and covered it with a pile

"Elliott!"

around to see him standing in my

"Hey, what’s going on?"

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