Page 35 of Wylder and the Almost Rockstar
Mrs. Shepherd smiled down at them. “There are many songs to draw inspiration from about basic objects.”
“But tractors?” Wylder looked up at her. “I know we live in Ohio, Mrs. Shepherd, but I’ve never even seen a tractor in action. The closest I’ve been to farmers is when they come into my parents’ hardware shop.” Which was probably closer than most students at this school got. Very few of them were actually from Ohio.
Mrs. Shepherd lifted a brow. “I have faith in you two. You’ll figure it out.”
But tractors?
Wylder groaned as the teacher returned to the front of the room. The bell rang, releasing them from the class that suddenly just got a lot less fun.
Wylder followed Logan out, matching his steps as he headed back toward the dorm. “What are we going to do?”
“Write the song?”
“But—”
“Stop complaining, Wylder. It’s not like we can change it.”
“I’m not complaining.”
He nudged her arm. “It’s okay. Your indignation is kind of cute.”
Cute? Logan Cook thought she was cute? She crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m not cute.”
Logan laughed at that. “Okay, you’re hideous then.”
“That’s better.”
“Weirdo.”
“Freak.” She stuck her tongue out.
“Delinquent.”
“Accomplice.”
He had no answer for that because he was totally an accomplice in a lot of her troublemaking this year. One side of his mouth curved up, and Wylder couldn’t look away. The guy looked… happy? Despite what their classmate had said or the constant barrage of media stories about the Cook twins, there was something light about him today.
“What’s up with you?”
“What do you mean?” His eyes met hers and held.
“You look, I don’t know, gleeful or something. It’s not the Stepford look you had when you first got back. There’s something different about you.”
He opened the door to the dorm building and held it for her. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Yes, you do.” She smiled when he followed her to her room instead of heading for his.
“Can’t a guy just have a good day?”
“I suppose.”
When they reached her dorm, he leaned down. “Don’t read too much into it Wylds.” His breath on her skin sent a shiver down her spine. Well, that was new.
“Come on.” She yanked open the door, needing to get some distance. “I think we need to call in reinforcements.”
They dropped their bags near the kitchenette—knowing full well Devyn would make her move them—and both fell onto the couch. Wylder pulled out her phone. “My brother or yours?”
“Yours.” He leaned back. “Luke is in meetings with label execs all day today.
