Page 45 of Wylder and the Secret Rockstar
“Ew, gross. Bleeding ears. Somebody help me, I think I’m dying of ickiness.”
“I love you.” Nicky laughed.
“I know.”
“I’m coming to pick you up. Let’s go to the diner.”
This was just what she needed. There was only one problem. “In case you forgot, I go to a ridiculously fancy-pants school that traps us here against our will.”
“Taken care of. There’s a pass waiting for you at the gate when I drive through. Your dad called and said he was coming to pick you up.”
She stopped walking. “Nicky St. Germaine, did you pretend to be my father just to get a date with me?”
“Be there in ten.” He hung up.
Wylder grinned as she slid the phone into her pocket. When she turned, Logan stood right behind her. “Were you listening to my convo? That’s called eavesdropping.”
“Where are you going?”
She lifted a brow. “Nowhere you need to follow. Your brother says you’re a good little boy and that I need to stop corrupting you.”
He scowled at that. “Bash… he just worries, but I’ll be fine. If you’re getting off this suffocating campus, take me with you.”
Her eyes scanned him from head to toe, trying to decide if she could even get him off campus. The pass would only have her name on it. “Okay, but you have to do what I say.”
“Is it strange that those words scare me?”
“No.” She turned and started toward the gate. “Because they should.”
By the time Nicky’s familiar car pulled into the rounded drive near the gate, Wylder had a plan. She scanned the area for security before tapping on Nicky’s window. He rolled it down, a grin on his face. “There she is.”
“Yes, I’m here,” she said hurriedly. “We don’t have much time. Pop your trunk.” To Nicky’s credit, he didn’t ask her why. He’d known her too long to ask questions.
Lifting the top of the trunk, she gestured inside. “Get in.”
Logan’s brow furrowed. “In the trunk?”
“You said you wanted to get out of here. Get in.”
He hesitated for a moment, looking like he wanted to turn around and walk away, but he didn’t. Instead, he climbed in, folding his long limbs to fit.
“I never thought putting someone in a trunk would be so much fun, but it’s you, so…” She shut it with a laugh and pounded a fist on it.
Sliding into the passenger seat, she lunged across at Nicky, wrapping him in a tight hug.
“Wylder.” He pulled back. “Do I want to know who you just put in my trunk?”
“Logan Cook.” She coughed out the name.
Nicky’s brow arched. “As in twin brother to Luke?” Living in Nashville with Beckett, Nicky knew a lot of people in the business, especially people like the Cooks since Luke shared a label with Becks.
“The very same. But look… I’m sure my brother told you about Sebastian being my teacher. Logan doesn’t know our history. I’m sure he knows Bash was seeing someone, but not that it was me.”
“Got it.” He nodded, pulling up to the guard’s office at the gate. “Don’t tell the cute guy you had a thing with his brother.” He rolled down his window and gave her name to the guard. The guard, a portly man Wylder knew well, scowled as he handed over the pass.
“Go go go,” Wylder said, wanting to get out of there quickly with Logan in the trunk.
Nicky floored it, pulling out onto the street that would take them from Riverpass into Twin Rivers.
