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

on my every move as I stepped down the long

extremely tall high heels today, as I wanted to make

fast, however,

"It went...kind of great!"

I told them.

the smile

but David Haskell is such a great person.He’s down to earth and he

it went

you could

pulled me into his chest as soon as I was an arm’s length away from

on the cheek

in there for a while, what did

Tristan asked.

was also to work for a newspaper

heavier on the journalistic side than the New York

culture, politics, and the world of arts in New

The New York Times or The Wall Street

wait about twenty minutes for David Haskell

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,

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

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

words ' you're hired’, but I still think that

"Wow, that sure does,"

be in touch within the week

I continued.

that pretty

Tristan said matter-of-factly.

get my hopes up, but I sure

fingers crossed and

opportunity for me,

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

news, right? We should

you have in mind?"I

couple of hours to

I know a great sushi place not too far from

Tristan said.

me.Come on, I’m starving.I haven't eaten all day because

said and motioned for Tristan to

"Ew, TMI,"

Tristan rolled his eyes.

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

a salary woman

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

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

"Yes!"

his hands

got lunch at this place called Sushi Seki in the

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

the place, it was probably the best

take a walk around Central Park

not made for

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

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

this is New York

wonder as he

flowers were blooming, people were out enjoying the

almost a year and you never visited

Tristan said.

and looked at me for confirmation, saying, "I guess we just never got

laugh escaped

it wasn’t that we never 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

was traumatic, to say

haven't we come here

Elliott muttered casually.

you know...I was busy with

darted to the side to avoid eye

look on his

why I never wanted to come

and it was like

lan, didn’t you?"

don't you say a

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