Page 68 of Wylder and the Secret Rockstar
“Thanks, Diego.”
“And at any other time he’s around, we’ll both stick to you like glue. That guy isn’t getting anywhere near you.” Killian frowned.
“He’s not a bad guy, Killer. I just don’t trust myself around him.”
“We’ve got your back, Wylds.” Killian winked as Cara set their burgers in front of them.
“This was a great idea, Wylder.” Diego piled ketchup on his burger. “I haven’t had a decent veggie burger in ages.”
“I prefer a juicy cow on my burger.” Wylder stacked onions and pickles on hers. “We should totally do this more often.”
“That’s a recipe for getting caught.” Killian shook his head. “We should have it delivered like everyone else.”
“It tastes better when risk is involved. And don’t tell me it doesn’t.” She popped an onion ring in her mouth.
“It’s definitely better.” Diego grinned around a huge bite. His cheeks poked out like a chipmunk’s.
Her friends made everything better.
“What’re we having?” Her dad’s familiar voice sounded just behind her.
“Mom? Dad?” Wylder choked on her shake. “Uhhhh—”
“Scoot.” Her mom shoved into the booth beside her, and her dad pulled up a chair.
“It’s good to see you boys.” Her mom smiled at Diego and Killian as her dad ordered a couple of cheeseburgers and shakes for them. “Though I do think it would be a great deal smarter for you all to stay on campus where you belong.”
“How do you manage to sneak out without getting caught?” her dad asked.
“Ummm…” Wylder couldn’t seem to find her words. Obviously, Cara, ever the concerned parent, had called her parents.
“She won’t say,” Killian offered.
“We think she’s magic,” Diego added.
“Well, I can imagine that school of yours doesn’t hold a candle to Mrs. Callahan’s famous burgers here at the Main.” Wylder’s dad winked at her. “But the next time you get a late night hankering for food, call your old man, and I’ll bring you some takeout. I know it’s not as enticing as sneaking out is, but it’s a lot less likely to incur Ms. Jones’ wrath.” He shivered. “That woman loves her Saturday detentions.”
“Don’t we know it.” Wylder tucked into her burger, feeling a lot better than she had just hours ago.
* * *
Wylder’s parents brought them back to school so they wouldn’t get into trouble. Her dad was pretty convincing about having picked them up earlier that evening so they got past the front gates without a hitch.
It turned out her parents weren’t all that cool about her sneaking out. As punishment, her mom took her car back home. They said she could have it back in two weeks. Not like the school ever let her drive it off campus anyway.
“Where have you been?”
Wylder jumped seventeen feet into the air at the sound of an unfamiliar voice behind her.
“What? Who’s there?” She whirled around with her fists raised. “I know Karate.”
“No, you don’t.” A lamp flicked on, and she relaxed only slightly. “What are you doing in my room at one in the morning?”
“It is that obvious?” Logan rose from his seat on her couch.
“Is what obvious?” She took a step toward him.
“You know.” He refused to look at her. “I need to know if it’s that easy … to tell.”
