When experienced guitarist, Leighton, clashes with Gabe (a beginner) in college, things start off rocky. But when his private tutoring sessions fail, he's left with one option: Leighton. During their first session at his house, there's instant chemi...
The next day, I get up at 7 and shower. Once I'm out of the shower, I quickly grab myself something to eat and some coffee, going back upstairs to my dressing table to get ready. I pick up my phone and call Serena. "Hey, you're up early, aren't you?" She asks.
"Yeah," I reply. "I'm going to Gabe's. Xander's making me teach him to get him ready for after Christmas. He's so far behind so it's going to be hardcore this week and next week. He needs a lot of practice and also needs to be taught a lot."
"I thought you hated him," Serena chuckles.
"I do," I say, moisturising and priming my face ready for makeup. "But it's good pay. It's £9.50 an hour and I'm doing about 34 hours a week. His parents are paying me a lot of money to do this."
"Fucking hell, Leighton," she replies. "We have got to do a shopping trip soon then. If you have time to spare, of course."
"Sadly, I'm working Sunday's as well," I say. "What are you doing for lunch? Are you doing anything with Cal?"
"Actually, we're going to Mackey D's. You wanna join?" She asks.
"Yeah, okay," I reply. "I better bring Gabe with me."
"That's fine," she says. "I'll see you at 1?"
"Yep, okay," I reply. "Bye." I hang up. I do my makeup and hair and get dressed, rushing as the clock nears quarter to nine.
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I rush out the door and towards Gabe's house when it's 10 to 9, speed walking all way.
I knock on the door. Gabe answers in his dressing gown, appearing to be the only thing covering his top half. He's wearing pyjama shorts underneath the long dressing gown and his eyes are all red and puffy. He sniffles, tissue in his hand. "What do you want?"
"It's almost 9, Gabe, your lesson starts soon," I say.
He moans. "I'm so sorry, I overslept. Have you had breakfast?"
"I've had a cereal bar, if that counts," I reply, stepping into the house and shutting the door behind me. Gabe makes his way into the kitchen and I follow him. "Do you happen to have any by the way? I'm quite hungry."
"Sorry, I don't," he replies. "But I have some eggs and toast, a proper breakfast. I'm going to make myself some, you want me to make extra for you?"
"Sure," I reply. "I'm going to go set up, that okay?"
"Yeah, that's fine," he says, getting some eggs out. "I'll bring it through when it's ready."
In the music room, Gabe has already set his guitar up. I sit down and tune my guitar. When I'm done, I place my guitar next to his on a stand. Either he fell back asleep setting up or he did it last night before he went to bed. Gabe comes through, 2 plates in his hand. I take one from him, setting it on my lap as he sits down facing me and does the same. "What's the plan for today?"
