Teacher's Girl (Aflyingwhale)

EMMA’s POV : 

----- THREE MONTHS AGO - - - - -

 "You're gonna do great,"

Elliott said as he took my shaking hands.

"You got this, E,"

Tristan gave me a reassuring smile.

Elliott, Tristan, and I were standing in front of the massive structure that was the Hudson Yards in New York City.

It was a very special day today, I was having my first ever job interview in the famous New York Magazine.

I was absolutely over the moon when I got the call for an interview.

Sophie, Tristan, Elliott, and I were having dinner together at a restaurant when I got the news.

They were excited for me too.

So much so, that Tristan offered to drive me to the city for the interview.

Sophie had a meeting with her professor today, so she couldn't come.

But she promised that she would be waiting at home with pizza and champagne.

We were gonna celebrate this moment no matter what, because whatever happens, at least I got to tell people that I was getting interviewed by David Haskell, one of the greatest editors of all time.

This was pretty much my dream job.

If I ace this interview, I could be the next editorial assistant to David Haskell or to the other great editors that worked in the magazine.

I would be living in New York City right after graduation, working at one of the greatest publishing companies in the world.

I mean, what else could be better than that? "Oh God, I'm so nervous, I think I’m gonna hurl,"

I was taking deep breaths and trying my best not to hyperventilate.

"Just go in there and be yourself.You don’t have to worry about anything,"Elliott said.

"Yeah, they'll be crazy not to hire someone like you,"

Tristan agreed.

I still didn’t feel ready, but there was no more time to waste.

I nodded at them, took another deep breath, and curled my hands into fists.

With confidence as strong as the croissant I ate this morning, I turned to my heels and climbed the stairs towards the entrance.

"Here goes nothing,"I mumbled to myself.

Walking into the grand lobby of the building, I suddenly felt so self-aware that my heels were too loud.

Slowly, I made my way to the receptionist and told her I was here for the interview.

She directed me to the waiting room area and told me to wait there.

There were several other people waiting alongside me.

There was a guy who kept twitching and fixing his glasses every ten seconds.

And there was a girl with a severe case of the hiccups.

I waited for about twenty minutes before they finally called me in and said David Haskell was ready to see me.

I saw a glimpse of the room where the interview was taking place and I gulped instinctively.

I saw David Haskell sitting there, alongside two other people who I assumed were other senior editors in the magazine.

"No matter what happens, I’m here for the experience,"

I repeated the sentence like a mantra as I stood up.

"I'm proud of you even for just going in here and trying,"

The lady that escorted me into the room probably thought I was weird, talking to myself like this.

Excuse me, but I had never been so nervous in my life before.

This interview was gonna determine my future for the next, I don’t know how many years.

And with that thought in mind, I took a deep breath and stepped into David Haskell’s office.

"So? How'd it go?"

and Tristan’s faces were full of questions and expectations as

waiting on my every move as I stepped down the long

tall high heels today, as

I walked too fast, however, I

"It went...kind of great!"

I told them.

stop the smile forming

and intimidated at first, but David Haskell is such a great person.He’s down to earth

glad it went well,

you

pulled me into his chest as soon as I was an arm’s length

on the cheek

there for a while, what

Tristan asked.

was also to work for a newspaper

the journalistic side

heavily emphasized on lifestyle, culture, politics, and the

something more like The New York Times or The

to wait about twenty minutes for David Haskell to finish his

was this guy that kept twitching and this girl with the hiccups, but anyway, I went in after them and we did the typical introductory stuff like where

me about my school, the dean of my department which happened to be great

of my portfolio, and then he asked me if I was willing to relocate

the words ' you're hired’,

"Wow, that sure does,"

will be in touch

I continued.

pretty much means you're

Tristan said matter-of-factly.

get my hopes up,

fingers crossed and

great opportunity for me,

able to start working right away after college and in

news, right? We

what do you have in mind?"I

we have a couple of hours to kill, maybe we

a great sushi place

Tristan said.

on, I’m starving.I haven't eaten all day

said and motioned for Tristan to lead

"Ew, TMI,"

Tristan rolled his eyes.

for lunch, E.You’re gonna be a

thought of being a salary woman

it; me in my high heels and silk blazer, walking up those flights of stairs every morning with a cup of Starbucks coffee in my

York, here comes Emma! "Fine.Get whatever you want, lunch is on me

"Yes!"

his hands up

place called Sushi Seki in the heart

we decided to take advantage of the nice weather

right about the place, it was probably

lunch, we decided to take a walk around

heels were not made for walking,

how butt looks with them heels on, and plus, I had Elliott and Tristan with me so I

Tristan and Elliott, my left arm was

is

as he took in

full, the flowers were blooming, people were

believe you've been in Philly for almost a year and you never visited New York City.It’s only a one

Tristan said.

for confirmation, saying, "I guess we just never got a

laugh escaped

wasn’t that we never got a chance to come visit, there were plenty of chances to come visit, but I never wanted

last time I was in this city, I saw my fiancée kissed another girl

to

haven't we come here

Elliott muttered casually.

was

to avoid eye contact with

on his face said it

knew exactly why I never wanted to

and it was like we were having

never told him about lan, didn’t

and don't you say a word!"

each other in awkward silence for a few more seconds before Tristan coughed