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

every move as I stepped down the long

high heels today, as I wanted

walked too fast, however, I might just

"It went...kind of great!"

I told them.

stop the smile forming on

and intimidated at first, but David Haskell is such

it

you could

soon as I was an arm’s length away

the cheek and smiled

in there for a while, what

Tristan asked.

work for a

journalistic side

on lifestyle, culture, politics, and the world

New York Times or The

twenty minutes for

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

which happened to be great friends with him, and then we talked

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

actually said the words ' you're hired’, but I

"Wow, that sure does,"

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

I continued.

that pretty much

Tristan said matter-of-factly.

wanna get my hopes up, but I

fingers

opportunity for me,

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

news, right? We

do you have

a couple of hours to kill, maybe we

know a great sushi place not too far from

Tristan said.

I’m starving.I haven't eaten all day

said and motioned for Tristan to lead the

"Ew, TMI,"

Tristan rolled his eyes.

the way, you’re paying for lunch, E.You’re gonna be a paid salary woman

of being a salary woman brought a smile to

high heels and silk blazer, walking up those flights of stairs

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

"Yes!"

his hands up in

place called Sushi Seki in the heart of the

a warm spring day in mid May, so we decided to take advantage of the nice weather and sat on the

was probably

we finished lunch, we decided to take a walk around

were not

them heels on, and plus, I had Elliott and

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

this is

wide in wonder as

and full, the flowers were blooming, people were

year and you never

Tristan said.

for confirmation, saying, "I guess we

nervous laugh escaped

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

another girl and we broke up in

traumatic, to say the

we

Elliott muttered casually.

know...I was busy with

side to avoid eye contact with Elliott, but I caught

his face

why I never wanted

and it was like we were having a telepathic

lan, didn’t you?" he asked

you say a

awkward silence for a few more seconds before Tristan