Page 9 of Wylder and the Secret Rockstar
“You should really hang those. They’ll wrinkle.”
“Devyn will do it for me if I wait her out.” Wylder threw the last of her clothes in the closet and shoved the door closed. “Drives her crazy when I dress from the floor, even when we aren’t sharing a room anymore.” She kicked her suitcase back under the bed and sat down with a sigh.
“I’m not as good with this as Killian, but what’s bothering you? You seem really… sad.”
“I am.” Her throat started to burn, and she was afraid she was about to cry. Wylder did not cry. And she certainly didn’t cry over boys. Or men, rather.
“Why? Did you not likeRomeo and Juliet?” His brow furrowed into the confused frown he wore often.
“It was him.” She flung herself back on the bed.
“Him, who? The teacher? Mr. Cook? He didn’t actually give you detention, you know. He just wanted you to come to his office after class.” Diego fished out the detention slip from his pocket. The one with Sebastian’s familiar scrawl.
My office after class.
It didn’t even sound like him. Sebastian was fun and reckless. Sexy and sweet. But Mr. Cook? She could already tell she didn’t like Mr. Cook at all.
“It was him, Diego. Bash.”
“The boy you dated over the summer?”
Wylder covered her face. “Yes.”
“What about him?” Diego moved her hands away.
“Bash is Sebastian,” Wylder said. She got a blank look in reply and realized she hadn’t told him Bash’s full name. “My BashisMr. Cook.”
“Gross.” Diego stood up. “I mean, he’s handsome, but he’s a teacher, Wylder. That’s reckless even for you.”
“I know.” Wylder thumped a pillow over her head. “But in my defense, I didn’t know he was going to be a teacher here.”
“He’s too old for you.” Diego sat back down beside her. “I don’t like it.” He shook his head. “He shouldn’t have been dating a high school girl no matter if he’s your teacher or not.”
Wylder sat up, letting the pillow fall to the floor. “He’s only four years older than me. And I’m nineteen, remember? I repeated my junior year.”
“Oh, right. I guess it’s not that bad. If he was just a regular guy.”
“Exactly.”
“But he’s not a regular guy, Wylds.”
“I know.” Wylder sighed. “Which is why I was fleeing the scene of the crime.”
“It’s not a crime. Not if you’re nineteen. It’s just a really bad idea to date your teacher.” Diego pushed his glasses back up his nose.
“You got it, my friend.”
“We need to get to our next classes.” Diego stood.
“Oh, I can’t leave this room. Ever.”
“You can’t miss class.” He tried to pull her up from the bed, but Wylder wasn’t moving. There was no way she could face Sebastian. It was too horrifying to even think about actually speaking to him. Or sitting in his class for the rest of the semester.
“Wait!” Wylder shot up from the bed. “I can totally drop his class! I can just take the regular English Lit class.”
“You could do that.” Diego frowned. “But the advanced class would look better on your college applications.”
“Not if I don’t go to college.”
