Page 43 of Wylder and the Secret Rockstar
Wylder: One
Cook brothers: Zero
“I’m not supposed to let you talk,” Sebastian went on. “So, please don’t make me be the mean teacher.”
Why did he look at her when he said that?
And why was he coming toward her?
Sebastian sat in the desk in front of Wylder and turned to face her. “Hey.” He gave her a tentative smile, so different from the full megawatt grins she’d gotten used to over the summer.
“What’s up?” She busied herself pulling homework out of her bag and flipping through a notebook.
“Logan is a good kid,” he started.
“Good for him.” She pretended to start writing, but she wasn’t sure if any of the words made sense.
“I mean it, Wylder. He has always done whatever the family needed him to, and he’s never been a troublemaker. That was Luke and…” He looked like he was going to say something else, but he stopped himself.
“And you?” One corner of her mouth curved up, and she dropped her voice so only he could hear. “You mean Logan wouldn’t look at one of his students like he wants to kiss her. Again.” She lifted her eyes to his, daring him to contradict her.
“You’re playing with fire, Wyld Child.”
“My favorite element.”
He closed his eyes for a moment, seeming to compose himself, and looked back over his shoulder to where Sarah and Adam had their heads so close together it was obvious they weren’t paying attention to anyone else. “I don’t want Logan to get caught up in your trouble.”
“If I remember correctly, you liked my trouble.”
“Just… I’m glad the kid is making friends, but I want them to be the right friends.”
“And you don’t think that’s me. Got it. You can go now, teach. I won’t corrupt little bro.”
Sebastian didn’t say anything else, but he also didn’t move, not until a throat cleared behind him. Logan gave him a look of confusion that made Sebastian jump to his feet.
“Just checking in with Wylder about her English homework.”
“We had homework this weekend?” Logan slid behind his desk. “Our papers were due yesterday.”
Wylder lifted one shoulder. “Mine is late. The corrupting influence that is me couldn’t get her work done. Surprise surprise.” She’d turned it in early, but Logan didn’t need to know that. It wouldn’t shock anyone that Wylder Anderson treated school like she did everything else. As a joke.
They’d believe that even in a year when she focused on her studies more than anything else, when the only bad grade she’d gotten so far was on theRomeo and Juliettest, though she’d aced the re-do.
She wasn’t the kind of girl people wanted their goody loved ones to be friends with. Sebastian made that perfectly clear.
Yet, Logan didn’t look convinced of their explanation.
Sebastian walked back to the front of the room, sat in the rolling chair behind the desk, and pulled out a stack of papers—probably the ones they’d mentioned—to grade.
“You okay?” Logan asked.
“I should be asking you that.”
He gave her a weak smile. “Leeches and snakes…” He shivered. “I have a thing about snakes. Had to make it to the restroom before my breakfast ended up all over our desks.”
“Thanks for that.”
“See? I do have some decency inside me.”
