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?"

full of questions and expectations as they saw me walking

my every move as I stepped down the long stairs slowly and

high heels today, as I wanted to make a

walked too fast, however, I might

"It went...kind of great!"

I told them.

stop the smile forming

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

it went

you could

as soon as

on the cheek

while, what

Tristan asked.

work

heavier on the journalistic side than the

emphasized on lifestyle, culture, politics, and

preferred something more like The New York Times

about twenty minutes for David Haskell to finish

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

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

some of my portfolio, and then he asked me

hired’, but I still think that

"Wow, that sure does,"

in touch

I continued.

that pretty much

Tristan said matter-of-factly.

know, T. I don’t wanna get my hopes

with my fingers crossed and

was totally a great opportunity for

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

right? We should celebrate,"Elliott

what do you have in mind?"I

couple of hours to kill, maybe we can

know a great sushi place not

Tristan said.

eaten all

for Tristan to lead

"Ew, TMI,"

Tristan rolled his eyes.

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

a salary woman brought a smile

flights of stairs every morning with a cup of Starbucks coffee in my hand, going into

"Fine.Get whatever you want, lunch

"Yes!"

his hands up

got lunch at this place called Sushi Seki in the heart

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

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

a walk around Central

were not made

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

was walking in between Tristan and Elliott, my left arm was

is New York

were wide in wonder as he took in

trees were green and full, the flowers were blooming, people were

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

Tristan said.

me for confirmation, saying, "I guess we just never

laugh escaped my

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

fiancée kissed another girl and

traumatic, to

haven't we come

Elliott muttered casually.

you know...I was

to avoid eye contact with Elliott, but I caught Tristan’s

on his face said it

why I never wanted to come

like we were having a

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

you say a word!" I warned

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