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

were waiting on my every move as I stepped

heels today, as

fast, however, I might just do

"It went...kind of great!"

I told them.

stop the smile forming on

scared and intimidated at first, but David Haskell is such a great person.He’s

it went

knew you

as soon as I was an arm’s length away from

me on the cheek and

while, what did you

Tristan asked.

was also to work for

preferred something heavier on the journalistic

heavily emphasized on lifestyle, culture, politics, and

something more like The New York Times or

minutes for David

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

to

some of my portfolio, and then he asked me if I

never actually said the words ' you're hired’, but I still think

"Wow, that sure does,"

said someone will be in touch

I continued.

pretty

Tristan said matter-of-factly.

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

with my fingers

was totally a great opportunity for me, or for

college and in a place like the New York Magazine, this must be a

great news, right? We should

do you have in

of hours to kill, maybe we

I know a great sushi place not too

Tristan said.

starving.I haven't eaten all

for

"Ew, TMI,"

Tristan rolled his eyes.

lunch, E.You’re gonna be

a salary woman brought a smile

those flights of stairs every morning with a cup of

whatever you want, lunch is

"Yes!"

put his hands up in

at this place called Sushi Seki in the heart of

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

was probably the

to take a walk around Central Park

heels were not

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

Elliott, my left arm was linked

is

wide in wonder as he took in all the

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

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

Tristan said.

and looked at me for confirmation, saying,

nervous laugh escaped my

it wasn’t that we never got a chance to come visit, there were plenty of chances to come visit, but I never wanted

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

traumatic, to say the

haven't we come

Elliott muttered casually.

know...I was busy

side to avoid eye

on his face said

I never wanted to come to

like we were having a

didn’t you?"

and don't you say

at each other in awkward silence for a few more seconds before Tristan coughed