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 as they saw me

as I stepped down the long

wore my extremely tall high heels today,

fast, however, I

"It went...kind of great!"

I told them.

couldn’t stop the smile forming on my

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

glad it went well,

knew you could

into his chest as soon as I was

the cheek

a while, what did you

Tristan asked.

also to work for a

something heavier on the journalistic side

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

preferred something more like The New York

about twenty minutes for David Haskell to finish

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 friends

portfolio, and then

said the words ' you're hired’, but I

"Wow, that sure does,"

nodded approvingly."He said someone will be in touch within

I continued.

Dude, that pretty much means

Tristan said matter-of-factly.

get my hopes up,

my fingers

a great opportunity for me,

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

is great news, right? We should

you have in mind?"I asked

we have a couple of hours to kill, maybe we

sushi place not

Tristan said.

haven't eaten all

and motioned for Tristan to lead

"Ew, TMI,"

Tristan rolled his eyes.

lunch, E.You’re gonna be a

a salary woman brought a smile

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

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

"Yes!"

hands up in

called Sushi Seki in the heart of

was a warm spring day in mid May, so we decided to take advantage of the nice

was probably

lunch, we decided to take a walk around Central Park before driving

were not made for walking,

plus, I had Elliott and Tristan with me so I was pretty much putting my body weight on

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

is New York

wonder as he took in all the

flowers were blooming, people were out enjoying the sun, and the sky was a gorgeous shade of

year and you never visited New York City.It’s only a one

Tristan said.

me for confirmation, saying,

nervous laugh escaped my

got a chance to come visit, there were plenty of chances to come visit, but

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

was traumatic, to say the

haven't we come

Elliott muttered casually.

know...I was busy

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

look on his

never wanted to come

like

lan, didn’t you?" he

you say a word!"

stared at each other in awkward silence for a few more seconds