Page 40 of Wylder and the Almost Rockstar
“It’s the Defiance Academy team.” Logan smiled, pulling his phone out of his pocket.
“It’s totally Killer’s team this year.”
“What about our song? We’re supposed to be working on the first verse tonight.”
“Eh, it’ll be there tomorrow. I just need to go back to my room to change real quick.” Wylder darted to the door. “I’ll meet you out front in ten minutes, don’t be late.”
“Fine, meet you in ten. Don’t forget to leave your phone in your room. They aren’t letting students into events if they have phones.”
“Gah, stupid people have to ruin it for everyone.” Wylder closed the door behind her and made her way back to the girls’ wing.
Ten minutes later, Wylder joined Logan at the front of their building.
Logan took one look at her and threw his head back with a laugh.
“What?” Wylder looked behind her.
“You look like a blueberry with that face paint on. And does Killian know you’re the one who stole his practice jersey?”
“Steal, borrow.” Wylder shrugged.
“He’s been tearing the dorm apart looking for that, you know.”
“How else am I supposed to show my support?” Wylder fell in step beside him.
“You know they sell jerseys at the arena shop, right?”
“Yeah, but those only say ‘DA Knights’ on the back. This one says ‘Killer’ it’s a one of a kind. But don’t rat me out.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
“Come on, we’re going to be late.” Wylder tugged him along the pathway leading to the arena. They were some of the last to enter just before the game started, and they had to go through security to prove they didn’t have cameras, phones, or recording devices with them.
“You go find Diego. He usually sits down near the ice, and he always saves a seat for me and Dev. I’ll be there in a few minutes.” Wylder headed toward the snack bar. “Don’t let them start without me!”
“Yeah, the whole building is waiting on you, Wylds.” Logan shook his head and went to look for Diego.
Wylder talked her way to the front of the line at the snack bar, telling everyone she was Killian’s little sister, and it was the first time she was getting to see him play, and she didn’t want to miss the face-off. She made quick work of the attendant and headed back to Logan, laden with enough snacks to last them to half time or whatever the hockey equivalent was.
“Excuse me. Pardon me. Whoops, bad driver, coming through.” Wylder maneuvered down the line of seats to where Logan and Diego sat near the ice.
“Is that Wylder under there?” Logan asked.
“She’s usually the one under all the food,” Diego said.
“What?” Wylder pulled down the seat and popped her extra-large slushie into the drink holder as she sat with a tray balanced on her lap.
“You going to share with the rest of us?” Logan nabbed a nacho from her tray.
“Uh, yeah, I’m not eating all of this myself.” She slapped his hand away from her nachos. “Those are mine. I got you the popcorn.” She shoved the bucket in his lap and passed Diego a vegan corndog.
“Do I get a hotdog?” Logan asked. “You have four. And I’m pretty sure there’s some pizza under there too.”
“You get one hotdog.” She frowned, passing him the one with just ketchup and mustard.
“You totally came here for the food, didn’t you?” He chuckled.
“What? It’s my favorite restaurant on campus.” She pointed toward the ice with her hotdog. “Dinner and a show.”
