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 saw

move as I stepped down the long stairs slowly and

wore my extremely tall high heels today, as I wanted to

fast, however,

"It went...kind of great!"

I told them.

couldn’t stop the smile

Haskell is such a great person.He’s down to earth

it went

knew you could

soon as I was

the cheek and

while, what did you

Tristan asked.

work for a newspaper

preferred something heavier on the journalistic side than the

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

New York Times

minutes

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

the dean of my department which happened to be great friends with him, and

saw some of my portfolio, and then he asked me if I was willing to relocate to the

you're hired’, but I

"Wow, that sure does,"

in touch within the

I continued.

Dude, that pretty much means

Tristan said matter-of-factly.

wanna get my hopes up, but I sure

fingers crossed

totally a great opportunity for me,

college and in a place like the New York

great news, right? We should

do you have in

hours to kill, maybe we can start

know a great sushi place not too far

Tristan said.

I’m starving.I haven't eaten

said and motioned for Tristan to

"Ew, TMI,"

Tristan rolled his eyes.

you’re paying for lunch, E.You’re gonna be

thought of being a salary woman brought a smile

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

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

"Yes!"

hands up in

lunch at this place called Sushi Seki in the heart

day in mid May, so we decided to

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

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

so my heels were not made for

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

was linked around Elliott's waist and my right hand

is New York

were wide in wonder as he took

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

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

Tristan said.

confirmation, saying,

nervous laugh escaped my

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

kissed another girl and we broke up in

was traumatic, to

haven't we come

Elliott muttered casually.

know...I was busy with

the side to avoid eye contact with

on his

never wanted to come

and it was like we were

him about lan, didn’t you?" he asked with his

don't you say

in awkward silence for a