Page 10 of Wylder and the Secret Rockstar
“You have to go to college, Wylder.”
“Oh, that is a conversation for another day. Let’s go.” She suddenly felt a lot better. If she could drop Sebastian’s class, then she could avoid him completely and pretend he wasn’t even at Defiance Academy.
“I have advanced American History next period, what do you have?” Diego glanced at the schedule he kept folded up in his pocket.
“No idea.” Wylder shrugged as she followed him from her dorm, fishing her schedule out of her bag.
“Didn’t you pick your classes with your guidance counselor?”
“Yeah, but I didn’t put much thought into it. Just agreed with whatever the counselor suggested, so I could get out of there faster. And that was like three months ago, who remembers that?”
“You’re a strange sort of student, aren’t you?” Diego held the door open for her.
“What the crap is this nonsense?” Wylder stared at her schedule, trying not to panic.
“Contemporary Music? That should be a fun class.” Diego stared over her shoulder at the paper in her hand.
“I’ll see you later, Diego.” Wylder pulled her phone from her pocket. “I have a brother to deal with.” She plopped down on the edge of the stone fountain in the quad, trying not to lose her cool as the phone rang.
“Of all the interfering, wildly obnoxious, insufferable …”
“Hey Wylds, how’s school going?” Beckett answered on the first ring like he’d expected her call.
“BeckettVonzelleAnderson,” Wylder shouted in his ear.
“WylderMozelleAnderson, you shut your face. We agreed tonevermention middle names.Ever.” He hissed into the phone like it was tapped and his awful middle name would end up in the gossip columns by the end of the day.
“But it’s a family name.” Wylder laughed. “Don’t you think your fans would love to hear all about Great-grandma Mozelle and her twin brother Great-Uncle Vonzelle?”
“Dad! She’s being mean,” Beckett whined.
“Did you expect her to knit you a sweater?” She heard her father’s infuriating chuckle.
“What have we talked about, Beckett?” Wylder tapped her foot against the concrete.
“Meddling.” He sighed.
“And what have we said about your meddling?”
“That if I do it again, you’re going to shove a foot somewhere unpleasant.”
“And what do you have to say for yourself?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yes you do, you’ve been messing with my schedule.”
“What schedule?”
“Beckett Von—”
“Fine!” He shushed her. “I thought you could, you know, use an easy class for your senior year.” His voice went up an octave.
“I did. I really did need an easy class. I was supposed to be taking an art class that I was actually looking forward to, but it seems to have disappeared from my schedule.”
“It’s just a little Contemporary Music class, Wylds. I thought it would be good for you to ease back into music.”
“Is that why you gave me the drums this summer?” She’d been excited about the drums at first. After a great summer with Sebastian and finally playing again, that one time … she’d thought she could find her way back to music. But when Bash left earlier than they’d expected after receiving a great job offer, music was the furthest thing from her mind.
