Page 3 of Wylder and the Almost Rockstar
“Invented suspending a TV over the ice? Do you think they broke a lot of them before figuring out how to do it?”
She shrugged. “That’s a really good question, D.”
The crowd around them jumped to their feet with a collective cheer, and Wylder snapped her eyes back to the game. “What? What happened?” She jumped up.
“What are you doing?” Diego’s eyes widened.
“I don’t know, but everyone else is cheering, so I think we should too.”
“Good idea.” He joined her, and together they let out a howl that left them both laughing.
There was nothing quite like hanging out with Diego. He took Wylder’s mind off everything else. Her new notoriety at the school. The viral video she hadn’t wanted anyone to see.
A substitute teacher taking over Sebastian’s class.
A missing Logan.
It had been two weeks since their video hit YouTube, since they performed their epic song, and both Cook brothers had disappeared soon after. Wylder tried many times to get in touch with Logan. They’d become friends, she’d thought. But he didn’t respond to any of her text messages or phone calls.
By the time she’d gotten up the nerve to message Sebastian, a week had passed. He at least had the decency to text her back, but it was only two words.
He’s fine.
That was it, all she knew about what was happening with Logan. Well, that and the media speculation. Some of them had been quite brutal.
“Wylds.” Diego pointed to the Jimbotron. Jumbotron? One of those didn’t sound right. “I think we scored.”
Oh, that made sense. That was why everyone had stood up. Wylder never felt more like an idiot than when she was at a hockey game. She wasn’t a dumb girl, but every time her friends tried to explain more about the game to her, she heard that teacher from Charlie Brown. Wha, wha wha wha wha.
“Go Knights!” she yelled. “Come on, D. Cheer with me. Yeah, Will!” Will had just stepped onto the ice and turned his eyes to where she sat a few rows up. He gave her a goofy grin before joining his teammates to line up.
“Give me a K!”
“K,” Diego yelled.
“Give me an I.”
“I.”
“Give me a double L.”
“Double L.”
“Give me an E!”
“E.”
“Give me an R.”
Diego grinned. “R!”
“What’s that spell?”
“Killer!”
Wylder jumped from her seat. The game hadn’t resumed, so the rest of the crowd was mostly quiet as Diego joined her in chanting. “Killer. Killer. Killer.” Their section joined in until the neighboring one picked up the chant.
She had to face it. Killian was beloved by Knights fans, just as Kenny had been. He was their ticket to the NHL, to feeling like their guy made it, like their little town mattered.
