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?"

of questions and expectations

every move as I

tall high heels today, as I

fast, however, I

"It went...kind of great!"

I told them.

the smile forming on

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

glad it

you

chest as soon as I was an arm’s

on the cheek and smiled

were in there for a while, what

Tristan asked.

also to work for a

preferred something heavier on the journalistic side than the New

culture, politics, and

preferred something more like The New York

to wait about twenty minutes for David Haskell

the hiccups, but anyway, I went in after them and we did the typical introductory stuff like where

my school, the dean of my department which happened to be great friends with him, and then we talked about my year in

portfolio, and then he asked me

hired’, but I still

"Wow, that sure does,"

in touch within the week to let me know further

I continued.

that pretty

Tristan said matter-of-factly.

T. I don’t wanna get my hopes up, but I sure hope

my fingers

great opportunity for me, or

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

great news, right?

have in

have a couple of hours to kill, maybe we

sushi place not too far

Tristan said.

starving.I haven't eaten all day because I was

motioned for Tristan to lead the

"Ew, TMI,"

Tristan rolled his eyes.

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

being a salary woman brought a smile

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

New York, here comes Emma! "Fine.Get whatever you

"Yes!"

his hands

Sushi Seki

mid May, so we decided to take advantage of the nice weather and sat

was probably the

we decided to take a walk around Central Park before

so my heels were not made for walking, but big

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

Elliott, my left arm was linked around

is New York

eyes were wide in wonder as

flowers were blooming, people were out enjoying the sun, and the sky was

a year and you never visited New

Tristan said.

at me for confirmation, saying, "I guess we just never

nervous laugh

chance to come visit, there were plenty of chances to come visit, but I never wanted

city, I saw my fiancée kissed another girl

was traumatic, to say

we come

Elliott muttered casually.

was busy

darted to the side to avoid eye contact with Elliott, but

on his face

exactly why I never wanted to

like we were having a

him about lan, didn’t you?"

say a

silence for a few more seconds before Tristan