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?"

questions and expectations as they saw me walking

as I

tall high heels today, as I wanted to make a good

too fast, however, I might just do

"It went...kind of great!"

I told them.

couldn’t stop the smile forming on my

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

it

knew you could

soon as I was an arm’s

me on the

there for a while, what did you guys talk

Tristan asked.

work for a newspaper or a

preferred something heavier on the journalistic

emphasized on lifestyle, culture, politics, and the world of arts in New York

New York Times

wait about twenty minutes for David Haskell

girl with the hiccups, but anyway, I went in after

department which happened to

a look at m resume again, saw some of my portfolio, and then he asked me if I was

' you're hired’, but

"Wow, that sure does,"

be in touch

I continued.

Dude, that pretty

Tristan said matter-of-factly.

I don’t wanna get

with my fingers crossed and my

totally a great opportunity for me, or

start working right away after college and in a place

great news, right?

what do you have in mind?"I asked

hours to kill, maybe

great sushi place

Tristan said.

to me.Come on, I’m starving.I haven't eaten all day because I was afraid I’d

and motioned for Tristan to

"Ew, TMI,"

Tristan rolled his eyes.

the way, you’re paying for lunch, E.You’re

salary woman brought a smile to

blazer, walking up those flights of stairs every morning with a cup of Starbucks coffee

Emma! "Fine.Get whatever

"Yes!"

hands

lunch at this place called Sushi Seki in the heart of

mid May, so we decided to take advantage

was right about the place, it was probably the best sushi I’ve

we finished lunch, we decided to take a walk around Central Park

not made for walking, but big

butt looks with them heels on, and plus, I had Elliott and Tristan with me so I was pretty much

left arm was linked around Elliott's waist and my right hand held onto

this is New York

were wide in wonder as he took

full, the flowers were blooming, people were out enjoying the sun,

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

Tristan said.

saying, "I guess we just

nervous laugh escaped

we never got a chance to come visit, there were plenty of chances to come visit,

I was in this city, I saw my fiancée kissed another girl and we broke up in the middle of the streets under

was traumatic, to

we come here

Elliott muttered casually.

know...I was busy with

avoid eye contact with Elliott, but I caught Tristan’s

look on his face said it

never

met and it was like we

told him about lan, didn’t you?"

you say a word!"

for a