Page 7 of Wylder and the Secret Rockstar
Logan lifted a hand in salute. “Whatever you say, teach. Just do me a favor and give my girl Wylder here a smile. I know she’s just dying to see those pearly whites.”
Sebastian grumbled something under his breath and walked away to check on another group.
Logan leaned in and dropped his voice. “You thought Luke was a jerk. Well, he learned it from somewhere.” He crossed his arms over his chest and rested back in his chair. “Aw, babe, don’t look so sad. I’m just helping you get over the teacher crush I know you’ll develop.”
Diego chortled beside him, and Wylder scowled. “It’s not funny, Diego.”
Diego held in his next laugh, but his body still shook. “I don’t understand why everyone is looking at our group though.”
“It’s that stupid mug.” Wylder pointed at Logan’s smug face.
“That’s not nice, Wylder.”
“Well, neither is you inviting Logan Cook to work with us and making us a spectacle.”
“I still don’t understand.”
Logan sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face. “It’s because I have my twin brother’s face.”
“Who is your twin?”
Wylder pursed her lips. How could Diego not know?
“Luke Cook.” Logan bit out the name.
Diego still looked lost. “Is he a hockey player? I enjoy watching hockey with Killian, but it’s hard to see their faces with those helmet things.”
“No.” Logan laughed. “Is this guy for real?” He directed the question to Wylder.
Irritation rose in her as she got the feeling Logan was laughingatDiego, not with him. She didn’t get a chance to respond before a note dropped on her desk.
“Oh.” Logan leaned over. “Detention on your first day? Tres harsh.”
She swatted him away and unfolded the detention slip. But it wasn’t filled out with her infraction. Instead, there were four words.
My office after class.
When she looked up, she only saw Sebastian’s back, the tense set of his shoulders, as he bent to help a group of girls.
No, this wasn’t good.
Not good at all.
Around her, people talked aboutRomeo and Juliet, the first in a long list of stuff Wylder had forgotten to read as Sebastian swept her off her feet this summer.
Sebastian walked to the front of the class. “All right, time is up. The writing prompt is on the screen, but before we dive into it, let’s do some day one stuff. Themes are the recurring ideas or takeaways in a story. We have three major interconnected themes in our story. Love. Conflict. Family. Let’s talk about the first of these.”
He looked down at the class list in his hand. “I’ll learn all your names quickly. For now… Wylder Anderson.” He lifted his eyes to hers. “Tell me what you took away from the love story. What do you think that theme was telling us?”
Wylder wanted to hate him, to tell him exactly how she felt, that he shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t have crossed from his world into hers, that he didn’t belong.
But those words didn’t come. Instead, she stood, lifting her bag with her. His words in the note looped through her mind.
My office after class.
Who did he think he was?
“I didn’t read it.”
