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?"

and expectations as they saw me walking out

every move as I

high heels today, as I wanted to make a

walked too fast, however, I

"It went...kind of great!"

I told them.

the smile forming on my

intimidated at first, but David Haskell is such a great

it went

you

as soon as I was an arm’s

on the cheek and

in there for a while, what did you guys

Tristan asked.

was also to work

on the journalistic side than the New York Magazine,

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

preferred something more like The New York Times

wait about twenty minutes

twitching and this girl with the hiccups, but anyway, I went in after them and we did the typical introductory stuff like

about my school, the dean of my department which happened to be great friends

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

you're hired’, but I still think

"Wow, that sure does,"

said someone will be in touch within the

I continued.

Dude, that pretty

Tristan said matter-of-factly.

T. I don’t wanna get my hopes up,

yelped with my fingers crossed and my

totally a great opportunity for me, or

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

news, right? We

have in mind?"I asked

to kill, maybe we can start

know a great sushi place

Tristan said.

haven't eaten all day because I was afraid

motioned for Tristan to lead

"Ew, TMI,"

Tristan rolled his eyes.

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

woman brought a smile to

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

here comes Emma! "Fine.Get whatever you want, lunch

"Yes!"

his hands

this place called Sushi

so we decided to take advantage of the nice weather and

the place, it was probably the best sushi I’ve had in my

around Central Park before driving back

my heels were not made for walking, but big

had Elliott and Tristan with me so I was pretty much putting

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

this is New York

in wonder as he

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

believe you've been in Philly for almost a year and you never visited New York City.It’s only a

Tristan said.

and looked at me for confirmation, saying, "I guess we

laugh

got a chance to come visit, there were plenty of chances to come visit, but I never wanted

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

to

we

Elliott muttered casually.

know...I was busy with

eye contact with Elliott, but I

on his

why I never wanted to come to the

was like we were having a

about lan, didn’t you?"

and don't you say

other in awkward silence for a few more seconds before Tristan coughed and shuffled