Page 15 of Wylder and the Almost Rockstar
“Thanks for coming with me.” Wylder looked at Nicky in the driver’s seat. It always made her feel better to have him at her side. There’d been a time they were always together, and she’d missed that.
Nicky smiled in that shy, yet confident way he’d developed since falling for Becks. “Yeah, well, Becks is afraid the Cook brothers will steal you.”
She snorted. “They won’t steal me. I’m not a thing, Nick.”
“It’s a ridiculous Becks thing. He doesn’t want you spending time alone with any of the Cook brothers because he’s under the impression you’re bound to fall madly in love with them and choose their side over your own brother’s.”
“I am not going to fall for a Cook.”
“You did last summer.”
“That was different.” She didn’t like thinking about her summer with Sebastian. “I was… stupid. Plus, none of the Cook boys would fall for me. Becks has nothing to worry about.”
Nicky lifted a brow. “I highly doubt that, Wylds. I may be gay, but even I know you’re the kind of girl that can break a guy.”
“I don’t want to break anyone.”
He hummed in the back of his throat and reached out to ruffle her hair. “I know I saw the hair at your performance, but I still can’t get used to it.”
“You and Becks both.” She laughed. “He thought I was a boy!”
“It was dark.”
“Don’t you make excuses for him, Nicky St. Germaine. You recognized me.”
“Well.” He grinned. “That’s because you’re my favorite girl. I’d recognize you anywhere.”
How did the Academy’s biggest troublemaker end up being such good friends with actual nice people? “You know, Nick Nick, if things don’t work out with my brother, you and I can be an old sexless married couple who sit in matching rocking chairs yelling at kids who walk on our lawn all day.”
“Deal.”
Wylder looked up at the house they’d parked in front of. It wasn’t as big as Beckett claimed. Really, it wasn’t any bigger than his house. Unlike Luke, Becks probably could have afforded a Mansion, but Wylder knew he didn’t want to have to walk that much inside his own house.
His ire toward the Cook’s residence was unfounded, but she knew his anger toward Luke was not. The guy was a grade-A douche. Sure, making fun of a hat was kind of a ridiculous basis for a Twitter war, but she was sure Luke deserved every ounce of Beckett’s scorn.
“So, how bad is this Twitter war?”
Nicky laughed. “Their fans are involved. It’s a whole thing. You know your brother. He never does anything small.”
“No. No, he doesn’t.” She opened her door. “Let’s go.”
She had no idea what she’d say to Logan to get him to come back, but maybe being here would be enough. They walked under security cameras, and Wylder missed her long hair, wishing it could shield her face. Evading cameras so much at school made her not trust them. There was something unsettling about being watched.
A meandering path led through rows of flowering bushes in a surprisingly beautiful garden. If it was just the Cook brothers living here, she expected the landscaping to be a bit more barren like at Becks’ house. She supposed they could have hired someone—as could Becks—but it had never been a priority for him.
The gardens led to a pale stone house with an arched roof and tall windows. A green and gold double door stood as the barrier to entry.
Nicky was silent at her side as she stopped in front of the door and lifted a hand, hesitating before pressing the doorbell. A series of chimes sounded, and she winced at the volume.
No one came.
“Think anyone is home?” Nicky asked.
“I’m not leaving until I find out.” She hit the doorbell again.
This time, footsteps sounded on the other side of the door, and it opened, putting her face to face with the boy she’d come to see.
“Logan,” she breathed.
