Page 26 of Wylder and the Almost Rockstar
“Nothing.” Devyn tried to pretend she wasn’t talking with her mouth full. “So Logan’s still not talking to you, huh?”
“What are you eating?”
“Nothing.” She swallowed.
Wylder smirked. “Do you have French toast breath?”
Devyn shook her head.
“What’s in your lap, Dev?”
“The most disgusting thing I’ve ever eaten. It’s got to have like eight thousand calories.” She moved her book to reveal a giant bowl of ice cream, French toast sticks, and hot fudge.
“And it’s delicious, isn’t it?” Wylder gloated.
“So good.” Devyn took another bite. “I hate you for bringing this stuff into our room.”
“Who has the best snacks on the floor?”
“Wylder does.” Devyn sighed. “I’m going to need to run a marathon to work this off.”
“No, you don’t, you’re beautiful and perfect just how you are. Don’t let any of your horse-girls tell you any different.” Wylder plopped down beside her, helping herself to a few bites of the bizarre sundae.
“Try telling my stepmother that. And we’re called Equestrians, not horse-girls.”
“You know I can’t remember the big words.” Wylder leaned back with a groan.
“What’s the deal with Logan not talking to you?”
“I don’t know. He’s upset about the video, and I think I’ve just messed up everything for him here.”
“Go talk to him. He can’t blame you for what happened. It’s not like you shared that video.”
“Right?” She’d done everything she could to set him at ease for their performance despite his intense stage fright. But she couldn’t have anticipated that a video of their song would be leaked, much less go viral.
“So, go do what you do.” Devyn waved her spoon at the door. “And leave me in peace to study.”
“Go do what?” Wylder frowned.
“Go corner him and talk at him until he has no choice but to strangle you or talk to you.”
“That is not what I do.”
“It’s so what you do.” Devyn laughed. “Now go.”
“You’re just trying to get me out of your hair.” Wylder stood.
“You’re on to me.”
“See you later. I suppose I do have a boy to corner.” Wylder went to her room to change from her school clothes into comfortable plaid flannel pants and her favorite hoody and unicorn slippers.
“You look ridiculous for four in the afternoon,” Devyn called from her perch on the couch.
“You’re just jealous I can pull this off.” Wylder shot her a grin and left her roomie to study.
Wylder was the only one dressed for bed as she made her way to the boy’s wing. Her slippers got some strange looks, but she was used to it. Wylder did, said, and wore whatever Wylder wanted. She’d decided a long time ago she was just different, and there was nothing wrong with that. At one time, she’d thought she was just a loner. That was before she found her tribe. They loved her, and that was all that mattered. And like it or not, Logan Cook was now part of her tribe.
She let herself into the senior suite Logan shared with Killian.
