Page 31 of Wylder and the Secret Rockstar
"Why not?"
"Because I don't play them."
His response was cut off by the ringing of her phone. Saved by Diego. She answered, shifting her eyes away from Logan. "D Man, what's up?"
"H-hey, Wylds." He sounded tired. "I need your help."
She smiled. There was only one request that came after those words. Near the end of last year, as Diego disappeared more into his app, he'd become even more scatterbrained than normal. When he finally broke away from his computer coding, he was forgetful and lost.
Which meant forgetting his dorm keys and locking himself out. A lot. "Killian and Will still not home from their game?" They'd taken to Killian keeping an extra key, but he was gone, and Diego's roommate was on the same team.
Meaning it was up to Wylder.
"I need you to do your thing you do."
Wylder laughed. "You mean breaking into your room?"
"Yes, please."
"Be right there." She hung up and narrowed her eyes at Logan. "I'll be right back. Don't touch anything. If you snoop, I'll know."
She didn't give him a chance to respond as she jumped from the bed and ran into the sitting room, not bothering with shoes. Devyn called a question, but she didn't stop. The less time this took, the less time she had to leave Logan alone in her room.
Finding Diego leaning against the wall next to his door, she grinned. He was adorable with his skewed dark hair and crooked glasses. "Have you slept at all this weekend?"
Relief shone in his eyes when they landed on her. "Not really. Killian isn't here, so I wanted to spend the time fixing problems the team working on my app created."
"Poor Diego." She laughed and pulled out the nail file she'd stuffed in her pocket. "No one can do anything quite as well as you, so it must be hard."
"Are you teasing me? I can't tell."
Gah, she loved this boy. "I'm being quite serious, actually."
He frowned. "You’re never serious. Did Mr. Cook break you?"
"Shhh." She glanced each way down the hall. "No one can break me, Diego. Except you. Will you break my heart?"
His cheeks reddened. "I—"
She grabbed his arm. "That time, I was teasing you." Bending down, she jimmied the lock, using the nail file to find the release on the inside. It only took a moment before it clicked, and she swung the door open.
"Thanks, Wylds. I'm glad you like trouble." He fumbled the words, but she knew they weren't mean. He truly meant he was grateful he had a friend who could pick locks. Translating for Diego was an art.
"Gotta run, buddy. There's a demon in my room, and I have to stop him from creating too much havoc."
He gave her a confused look, but he knew better than to ask questions. Running up the back stairwell, she sprinted toward her suite and burst in. Devyn's frenemies were gone, but soft chatter came from Wylder's room.
When she reached the threshold, she froze. Devyn and Logan sat on her bed with Devyn's iPad between them. A song played from the speakers, a familiar song, one Wylder hadn't heard in years.
"Shut it off," she growled.
Devyn and Logan both gave her startled looks.
Wylder marched toward them and ripped the tablet from their hands, her gaze following to the video ofAnonymous. They played on stage at a club in Riverpass. The four of them—Wylder, Becks, Nari, and Julian looked like they belonged together, like this band would make it, like they were destined for each other.
But they hadn't been. That was clear when Becks and Nari left for Nashville and never slowed.
"What song is that?" Logan asked. "I haven't heard it before, but it's fantastic. I’ve heard about Beckett Anderson and the YouTube videos everyone in Nashville was obsessed with showing his old band, but I never really watched them. You guys were a pretty good cover band."
