Page 4 of Wylder and the Almost Rockstar
Wylder got it. She felt the same way. Her friends were doing big things.
She dropped back into her seat with a grin. It wasn’t hard to picture the frown marring Killian’s face under his mask. He was stoic when it came to hockey, not wanting attention drawn to him.
Really, it was his fault for being friends with her.
Diego cackled beside her. “He probably hates us right now.”
“Nah.” She pinched his cheek. “Who could hate this adorable face?”
He brushed her away, his cheeks flaming. “You, on the other hand…”
“Easily hate-able.” She nodded.
His face sobered. “You’re kidding, right?”
She shrugged. It had been a joke, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t true. Wylder knew she was an acquired taste. “Let’s just focus on the game.”
Diego gave her a pained look before wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “Wylds, my boyfriend likes you. He’s like… I don’t want to say he’s a jerk, but he doesn’t really do the friends thing much. And yet, you’ll never be rid of us.”
Diego was possibly the sweetest boy Wylder had ever known. Most people never saw past his awkwardness to find that out. Yet, anything sentimental made her squirm. “Are you trying to tell me you’re in love with me?”
“What?” He shifted away. “Wylder…”
“Relax, D.” She sometimes forgot he didn’t understand jokes and sarcasm. “I won’t steal you from our whittle Killer.”
His mouth curved into a half-smile at the mention of Killian. Last year, it would have made her a little nauseous. Then she experienced a heart-pounding romance over the summer. Her feelings for Sebastian were gone now, but she’d never forget how that felt.
Her phone buzzed, and she pulled it free, unlocking the screen with a lame hope it would somehow be Logan.
When she saw her brother’s name, she sighed and put it away without reading the message.
Diego stared at her. “Not him?”
“I don’t know who you’re talking about.” She pretended to focus on the game.
“Wylds… has he been in contact at all?”
Her shoulders dropped. “No. Not a word.”
Wylder was no longer friendless as she’d once been, she wasn’t alone. Yet, no one had ever understood her like Logan. She hadn’t liked him at first, but she knew now it was only because he was so much like her. They’d been building a different kind of friendship, one where they held each other’s secrets and pushed each other to be better, to step out of their comfort zones. She’d never have performed for the school if it wasn’t for him. She wouldn’t have found her way back to music.
And now he was just gone, disappeared, as if he’d never been there at all.
Diego hesitated for a moment before speaking again. “Killian heard from him.”
“What?” She snapped her eyes to his.
“He’d texted him wanting to know if he was coming back since he left most of his stuff. All Logan said was that he didn’t know.”
She’d have loved even getting that simple response from him. Closing her eyes, she willed herself not to cry, not to feel abandoned.
Again.
Every time she let someone into her music, they left.
The only person she could trust with it was herself.
“Hey, you’re Wylder Anderson!” a woman behind them called.
