Page 20 of Wylder and the Secret Rockstar
"You have to promise or I won't tell you." If she got a promise out of Beckett, she'd believe it. He was good for his word.
"Fine, I'll stay away."
"Bash... Sebastian... He’smynewEnglishteacher." The words came out as one jumble, and Beckett didn't respond for a long moment before a string of curses fell from his mouth.
"I'm going to kill him."
"No," she snapped. "You have to letmehandle this. I only told you because that's what we do. I didn't want to have a secret from you."
His expression softened. "Want me to convince Mom to let you drop it?"
"No." She sat up and looked around the room that had once been a haven to both her and Beckett. "I think she's actually right. This is a good opportunity, and I can't let anything ruin it."
"Look at you being all mature." He grinned. "But tell me... It’s over, right?"
"Yeah, Becks. It's over."
He nodded. "Good. You'll tell me if he touches you?"
"Sure." Not likely. She was wrong before. There was one thing she kept from Beckett. Anything about boys. Well, kissing boys.
"Okay, you be careful, kid."
"Wylder?" Her dad's voice made her look toward the basement door as he poked his head in.
"I've got to go, Becks. Dad just got home." She hung up before he could prolong the conversation as he tended to do. "Hey, Dad."
He offered her a smile. His hair stuck up more than usual, giving him a wind-blown look. "It's late, honey. You should be on campus."
"I know." She stood and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "How was skydiving?"
A grin overtook his features. "Magical."
She laughed at his word choice. Only her dad. "Well, Dad, I'm glad you went and did something magical. I should probably head back to school."
"Let me get my keys, I'll drive you."
"That's okay. I ordered an Uber before Beckett called me. It's only a minute away."
She hated the disappointment on his face.
Placing a hand on his arm, she smiled. "I'll come see you soon."
"Can't wait, baby girl. Text me when you get back to school."
After saying goodbye to her mom, Wylder walked out to where a stranger waited to drive her away from home, from the musical history that basement contained.
She didn't even think about the fact she'd failed to get parental consent to drop her classes until the car pulled up outside the school gates.
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"This cannot be happening." Wylder punched the code to the small security gate in again, but red lights on the keypad blinked, and the gate remained locked. "They changed it." Just great.
She'd stolen the code the year before and gotten a lot of use out of it, but now her only way back into campus was locked. Just her luck.
"Okay, Wylder, think." She couldn't go back through the front gate because she'd passed the time limit on her pass by about four hours. Pulling out her phone, she considered calling Killian, but what would he be able to do to help? And would he even try? Any wrong move could get his scholarship yanked and see his draft stock fall. Diego would probably make this harder, and Devyn was such a rule follower she was probably sitting in their dorm suite waiting to lecture Wylder about curfew.
Why hadn't she made more friends?
