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

move as I stepped down the long stairs slowly

tall high heels today, as I wanted to make a

too fast, however, I might

"It went...kind of great!"

I told them.

smile forming on my

at first, but David Haskell is

glad it went

you

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

me on the cheek and smiled

in there for a while, what did

Tristan asked.

dream was also to work for a newspaper or a

journalistic side than the New York Magazine,

culture, politics, and the world of arts in New

preferred something more like The New York Times or The Wall

about twenty minutes for David Haskell to finish his other

guy that kept twitching and this girl with the hiccups, but anyway, I went in after them

to be great friends with him, and then

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

' you're hired’, but

"Wow, that sure does,"

will be in touch within the week to let me

I continued.

details? Dude, that pretty

Tristan said matter-of-factly.

get

my fingers crossed and

was totally a great opportunity

in a place like the New York Magazine, this must be a

great news, right? We

you have

we have a couple of hours to kill, maybe

know a great sushi place

Tristan said.

I’m starving.I haven't eaten all day because I

said and motioned for

"Ew, TMI,"

Tristan rolled his eyes.

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

of being a salary woman brought

it; me in my high heels and silk blazer, walking up those flights of stairs every

whatever you want, lunch is on me

"Yes!"

his hands up

called Sushi Seki in

in mid May, so we decided to take advantage of the nice

right about the place, it was probably the

take a walk around Central Park before driving

not

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

was walking in between Tristan and Elliott, my left arm was linked around Elliott's waist

is New

wonder as he took

green and full, the flowers were blooming, people were out

believe you've been in Philly for almost a year and you

Tristan said.

and looked at me for confirmation, saying,

nervous laugh escaped

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

my fiancée kissed another girl and we broke up in the

was traumatic, to say the

we come

Elliott muttered casually.

was

the side to avoid eye contact with Elliott, but I caught Tristan’s eyes

his face said

knew exactly why I never wanted to come to

like we were having a

never told him about lan, didn’t you?" he asked with his

you say a word!" I warned

a few more seconds before Tristan