Taylor’s P.O.V.
The next day, or more like the next late afternoon, I was walking around my living room while listening to Brian, one of my students, playing the guitar for his weekly lesson on Wednesday afternoon. Yes, Brian was one of my students and no, I didn’t like him, at
all. In contrast to most of my students who were still teenagers or children, Brain was an adult man around my age. Brian was the wannabe musician who believed that by playing one song on a guitar, he could win over girl's hearts and more importantly to him, make their panties drop. The guy gave me the creeps to be brutally honest. He was one of my brother’s former students, and when my brother had said that he didn’t have the time to teach him anymore, I had said that I would take him for the extra cash in my poc
