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?"

expectations as they saw me walking out of

waiting on my every move as I stepped

heels today, as

however, I might just do

"It went...kind of great!"

I told them.

the smile forming on

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

it

you could

as soon as I was an

me on the cheek and

in there for a while, what did you guys

Tristan asked.

also to work for a

heavier on the journalistic side than the New

York Magazine heavily emphasized on lifestyle, culture, politics, and the world of

New York Times or The

to wait about twenty minutes for David Haskell to finish his

this guy 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 you're from, et cetera, et

happened to be great friends with

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

you're hired’,

"Wow, that sure does,"

said someone will be in touch within the week to let me know

I continued.

Dude, that pretty much means you're

Tristan said matter-of-factly.

get my hopes up, but I

my fingers crossed and my eyes

great opportunity for

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

news, right? We should celebrate,"Elliott

what do you have in

hours to kill, maybe

I know a great sushi

Tristan said.

haven't eaten all day

and motioned for Tristan

"Ew, TMI,"

Tristan rolled his eyes.

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

salary woman brought

flights of stairs every morning with a cup of Starbucks

here comes Emma! "Fine.Get whatever you

"Yes!"

hands

called Sushi Seki in

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

the place, it was probably

lunch, we decided to take a walk around Central Park before driving back since the weather

not made

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

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

is New

wonder as he took in all

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

been in Philly for almost a year and you never visited New

Tristan said.

confirmation, saying, "I guess

nervous laugh

there were plenty of

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

to

we come

Elliott muttered casually.

was busy

eye

on his face

never wanted to come to

it was like we were having a

told him about lan, didn’t you?" he

you say a

at each other in awkward silence for a few more seconds