Page 14 of Wylder and the Secret Rockstar
“It was my understanding that your families wanted you both in this class.”
Wylder scoffed. “If you mean my idiot brother, he’s not in charge of me. My parents wouldn’t force this on me. May I please go speak with my counselor?”
“Me too.” Logan parroted her.
“Are you sure you guys won’t give this class a chance? I think it could be a great outlet for you both.”
“I’m positive. Music is my brother’s dream. Not mine.” Wylder tossed her bag over her shoulder.
“That bit about my brother for me too. This is Luke’s thing, not mine.” Logan didn’t even try to form his own argument, but he seemed determined to get out of this room however he could.
“If you’re sure, then I’ll give you both a pass, but not to the guidance counselor. Headmistress Jones will need to be the one signing off on your class changes. But if it doesn’t work out to transfer to another class, please know we’d love to have you both here with us this year. I think you could learn a lot about the industry, if not for yourselves then for … dealing with a famous sibling.”
“Oh, I’ve got that down pat, Mrs. Shepherd.” Wylder flashed her best smile. “Dealing with Becks is like a full-time job I’ve honed to perfection over the last few years.”
“Same.” Logan stood, looking like he was ready to rip that pass right out of Mrs. Shepherd’s hands.
The teacher left them to write their passes, and Wylder shot Logan a glare. “Get your own excuses. Mine are patented.”
Once Wylder had her hall pass in hand, she shot out of the classroom like her hair was on fire. Logan was hot on her heels, but she had the advantage of knowing her way around campus and lost him when she shot down a stairwell to the first floor.
“Score one for Wylder.” She laughed as she headed down the hall to the main entrance.
“Miss Anderson?” a familiar voice stopped her in her tracks.
Crap. In her haste to ditch Logan Cook, she forgot her quick exit would take her right through the English Lit wing and right past Sebastian’s classroom.
“No time, gotta run.” She tried to keep going.
"Miss Anderson, don’t make me give you detention.” Sebastian’s voice sounded weary and stressed.
She turned around slowly, her heart racing in her chest. Letting out a breath, she saw the pain and confusion in his eyes.
“Bash.” his name fell off her lips like she’d just ditched Beckett in the studio again and they were about to set off on another one of their adventure dates.
“Wyld Child.” He took a step toward her, and she wanted to fling herself into his arms and escape her current circumstances. But that was so not an option anymore. “We need to talk. I—”
Wylder took a step back, shaking her head. “No. I can’t do this. I-I have an appointment with the headmistress.” She turned and ran.
She ran until she was outside in the fresh cool fall afternoon. Gulping in fresh air, she tried to choke back the tears. She had a reputation at this school. She could not give in to her emotions now.
“Hey, Wyld Child,” Killian called across the crowded quad of students on different schedules.
“I told you,don’tcall me that,” she snarled as he jogged over to her side.
“Who peed in your Cheerios? Shouldn’t you be in class?”
“No, shouldn’t you?” Wylder’s voice cracked, and her eyes burned. She was losing her battle.
“I have a free period for an independent study this semester, and I have to say it’s my favorite class.”
She tried to laugh, but it came out as a sob.
“What’s wrong?” Killian took a step closer. “Are you crying?”
“No. Someone is chopping onions out here on the quad.”
Killian didn’t laugh at her joke as his strong arms wrapped around her, and she went stiff.
