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 me

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

today, as I wanted to make

fast, however, I might just

"It went...kind of great!"

I told them.

the smile

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

it went

knew you could

soon as I was an arm’s length

the cheek and

there for a while, what did you guys

Tristan asked.

to work for a newspaper or a

on the journalistic side

York Magazine heavily emphasized on lifestyle, culture, politics, and

preferred something more like The New York Times or

to wait about twenty minutes for David Haskell to

guy that kept 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,

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

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

said the words ' you're hired’, but I still think that was a good

"Wow, that sure does,"

will be in touch within the week to

I continued.

Dude, that pretty

Tristan said matter-of-factly.

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

with my fingers crossed and

great opportunity for me, or

away after college and in a place like the New York Magazine,

great news, right?

have in mind?"I asked

have a couple of hours to kill, maybe

sushi place not too far from

Tristan said.

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

motioned for Tristan to lead the

"Ew, TMI,"

Tristan rolled his eyes.

E.You’re gonna be a paid salary woman

salary woman brought a

my high heels and silk blazer, walking up those flights of stairs every morning with a cup of Starbucks coffee in my hand,

New York, here comes Emma! "Fine.Get whatever

"Yes!"

his hands

Sushi Seki in

decided to take advantage of the nice

was probably

walk around Central Park before

my heels were not

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

my left arm was linked around Elliott's

this is New

wide in wonder as he took in

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

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

Tristan said.

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

laugh escaped

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

fiancée kissed another girl and we broke up

was traumatic, to say

we come here

Elliott muttered casually.

know...I was busy

the side to avoid eye contact with Elliott, but I

his

exactly why I never wanted to come

it was like we were having

never told him about lan, didn’t you?" he

and don't you say a word!" I

silence for a few more seconds before