Page 14 of Wylder and the Almost Rockstar
“Delivery.” Nicky snorted. “We’d starve without Instacart and Uber Eats.”
“Who needs to cook when people will bring it right to you.” Wylder dipped a spicy hot sausage in syrup and popped it into her mouth. The burn woke her up, and she tucked into her stack of fluffy pancakes. “Thi’ s’delicious.”
“Don’t tell Mrs. Callahan we found a new diner we like.” Nicky stabbed a sausage link and rolled it into a pancake. “It’ll break her heart.”
“Whose car did you steal?” Becks frowned at her between huge bites of pancakes.
“It’s borrowed.”
Nicky raised a brow at her.
“With permission.” She rolled her eyes.
“So, what did you have in mind for young Logan?” Becks asked.
Wylder shrugged. “Find him and take him back to school with me.”
“You know where he lives?” Nicky asked.
“I have an address, but I thought maybe Becks could call Luke’s manager and find out how we can help.”
“Honestly, Wylds.” Becks chugged his glass of milk. “The best way to deal with these things is to be honest about whatever happened and let it run its course. This town will find something new to focus on in no time, and whatever scandal Logan has gotten himself into will blow over.”
“Luke’s career is on the line.”
“Luke Cook is a hack. And he has terrible taste in headwear.” Becks scowled into his plate of sausages looking like someone had just kicked his puppy.
“I know you’ve never been a fan of his, but what’s with the ‘tude?” Wylder tried to keep a straight face.
“Luke and Becks have had some… issues recently.” Nicky winced, looking like this was the absolute last subject he wanted to discuss.
“We’re at war.” Becks stabbed a sausage with his fork.
“War?” Wylder turned wide eyes on Nicky for an explanation.
Nicky sighed. “A Twitter war to be more specific.”
“Exactly.” Becks huffed.
“And what caused this war?” Wylder was pretty sure she didn’t want to know.
“He made fun of my hat!” Becks pushed his plate away. “In a tweet! He wouldn’t know what fashionable headwear was if it stared him right in the face.”
“Don’t say headwear.” Wylder shook her head, trying not to laugh.
“What’s the address for the turd? I’ll see if I can find it on the map.”
“I can just ask Google.” Wylder pulled a scrap of paper from her bag on the counter. She’d scribbled the address from Logan’s application to Defiance Academy after Ms. Jones left her to lock up.
“Seventeen Webster Avenue.” Wylder handed it to Becks.
“That’s just a few streets down from us, isn’t it?” Nicky asked.
“Yeah.” Becks nodded. “It’s that Mega-McMansion on the hill. The one that looks like it’s over-compensating for something. I can’t believe that no-talent hack is our neighbor. Isn’t he a teenager? How does he even own a house?”
“He’s been eighteen since the summer, so old enough to live on his own.” Wylder had known when Luke’s birthday was since she first became a fan. But she wouldn’t admit that. “You don’t have to see him, Becks. I’ll go over this afternoon, and we’ll be back on the road to school by tomorrow night.”
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