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?"

were full of questions and expectations as they

every move as I stepped down

heels today, as I wanted

however, I might just do the

"It went...kind of great!"

I told them.

the smile

is such a

glad it went well,

knew you could

as I

me on the cheek

were in there for a while, what did you guys

Tristan asked.

to work for a newspaper or a

preferred something heavier on the journalistic side than

on lifestyle, culture, politics, and the world of

like The New York Times or The Wall

twenty minutes for David Haskell

the hiccups, but anyway, I went in after them and we did

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

saw some of my portfolio, and then he asked me

hired’, but

"Wow, that sure does,"

touch within the week to let me know

I continued.

details? Dude, that pretty much means you're

Tristan said matter-of-factly.

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

yelped with my fingers

a great opportunity for

and in a place like

great news, right? We

do you have in mind?"I asked

to kill, maybe

know a great sushi

Tristan said.

starving.I haven't eaten all day because

and motioned for Tristan to

"Ew, TMI,"

Tristan rolled his eyes.

for lunch, E.You’re gonna be a

woman brought a smile to

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

comes Emma! "Fine.Get whatever

"Yes!"

put his hands

lunch at this place called Sushi Seki in the heart of

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

was probably the best sushi I’ve had in my

we decided to take a walk around Central Park before driving back since the weather so nice

my heels were not made for walking,

butt looks with them heels on, and plus, I had Elliott and Tristan

my left arm was

this is

eyes were wide in wonder as he took in

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

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

Tristan said.

shrugged and looked at me for confirmation, saying, "I

laugh

we never got a chance to come visit, there were plenty of chances to come

another girl and we broke up in

traumatic, to

we

Elliott muttered casually.

was busy

the side to avoid eye contact with Elliott, but I

on his

why I never wanted to

was like we were having a telepathic

told him about lan, didn’t

and don't you say a word!" I

stared at each other in awkward silence for a few more