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?"

were full of questions and expectations as

waiting on my every move as I stepped

heels today, as I

fast, however, I might just

"It went...kind of great!"

I told them.

smile forming

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

glad it went

you could

into his chest as soon as I was

on the cheek and

were in there for a while, what did

Tristan asked.

dream was also to work for a newspaper or

the journalistic side than

politics, and the world

New

wait about twenty minutes for

this girl with the hiccups, but anyway, I went in after them and we did the typical

the dean of my department which happened to be great friends with

m resume again, saw some of my portfolio, and then he asked me if

words ' you're hired’, but I still think that

"Wow, that sure does,"

in touch within the week to

I continued.

that pretty much

Tristan said matter-of-factly.

get my hopes

my fingers crossed and my

a great opportunity for

right away after college and in a place like the New York Magazine, this must

news, right? We

have in mind?"I

we have a couple of hours to

a great sushi place

Tristan said.

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

for Tristan

"Ew, TMI,"

Tristan rolled his eyes.

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

of being a salary woman brought

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

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

"Yes!"

his hands

place called Sushi Seki in

mid May, so we decided to take advantage of the

the place, it was probably the

around Central

were not made for

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

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

is

eyes were wide in wonder as

were tall, the trees were green and full, the flowers were blooming, people were out enjoying

a year and you

Tristan said.

me for confirmation, saying, "I

nervous laugh escaped

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

saw my fiancée kissed another girl and we broke up in the middle of the streets

was traumatic, to say

haven't we come here

Elliott muttered casually.

you know...I was busy with

avoid eye contact with Elliott,

on his face said it

never wanted to come to the

eyes met and it was like we were having

lan, didn’t you?" he asked with

say a

a few more seconds