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?"

faces were full of questions and expectations as they saw me walking out

as I stepped down the

today, as I wanted to make

fast, however, I might just do the

"It went...kind of great!"

I told them.

couldn’t stop the smile forming on

first, but David Haskell is such

glad it went well,

you

as soon as I

me on the cheek and

were in there for a while, what did you guys

Tristan asked.

work for a newspaper or a

journalistic side than the New York Magazine,

politics, and

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

to be great friends with him, and then we

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

you're hired’, but I still think that was a

"Wow, that sure does,"

in touch within the week to let

I continued.

pretty

Tristan said matter-of-factly.

T. I don’t wanna get

fingers crossed and my eyes

was totally a great opportunity for me, or for

after college and in a place like

is great news, right? We should celebrate,"Elliott

have in mind?"I

hours to kill, maybe we can

great sushi

Tristan said.

eaten all

and motioned for Tristan to

"Ew, TMI,"

Tristan rolled his eyes.

E.You’re gonna

salary woman

me in my high heels and silk blazer, walking up those flights of stairs every morning

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 of the

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

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

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

my heels were not made

and Tristan with

walking in between Tristan and Elliott, my left arm was

this is

eyes were wide in wonder as he

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

and you never visited New York

Tristan said.

saying, "I guess we

laugh escaped

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

was in this city, I saw my fiancée kissed another girl

was traumatic, to say the

we

Elliott muttered casually.

you know...I was busy with

avoid eye contact

his face said it

exactly why I never wanted to come to

like we were having a telepathic

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

and don't you say a word!" I

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