Page 41 of Wylder and the Almost Rockstar
“You’re all sorts of weird.” Grinning, he stood to cheer with the crowd as the Defiance Knights took to the ice.
Wylder passed her tray to Logan and stood up on her chair so she could see the teams face off.
“Go Killer!” Wylder screamed with the crowd as Killian made a brilliant save. She couldn’t wait for the day when she got to brag about her bestie, the NHL goalie.
“Nice save, Killer!” Logan cupped his hands around his mouth, his voice carrying over the roar of the crowd.
“Hey, Logan, aren’t you supposed to be on tour for your famous brother?” A snarky voice boomed behind them as the crowd returned to their seats.
“Nope,” another voice joined in. “Luke’s tour got canceled, didn’t you hear? Turns out he can’t carry a tune in a bucket.”
“Did you really think you’d get away with it, Cook?” A shower of popcorn rained down on them, and Wylder shot out of her seat.
Logan gripped her wrist, pulling her back down to her seat. “It’s not worth it, Wylds. Just ignore them.”
“Must be nice getting rich off a lie,” a female voice joined the heckling. “Who cares about the fans, right?”
More popcorn landed in Logan’s lap.
“I don’t like this,” Diego whispered, glancing over his shoulder. “It’s not right.”
“What’s not right is Logan and Luke switching places whenever they like. Which was it, Logan? Did Luke come sing for you so you wouldn’t make a fool of yourself on stage with your little girlfriend? Or is it the other way around? Are you the voice we’ve all been forced to listen to for the last couple of years?”
Logan ignored the jabs, but he sat with his hands balled into fists in his lap.
“Logan.” Wylder reached for him, not sure how to help. “You can have my pizza.” She slid the slice of cheese pizza across her tray, nudging him with her elbow, trying to get a smile out of him.
That was when the booing started. Not for the teams playing down on the ice, but for Logan and his brother.
“Cook is a crook. Cook is a crook.” The chanting spread around them, and more popcorn and trash rained down on Logan’s head.
“I’m going to get out of here.” Logan stood, and the booing grew louder. “You guys stay and enjoy the game. I’ll see you later.” He ignored the jeering crowd like they weren’t even there.
“No way. We’re coming with you.” Diego threw his arm around Logan’s shoulder, and Wylder scrambled with her tray, using it as a weapon to push people back as they made their way to the end of the row. Her last slice of pizza and hotdog ended up in someone’s lap.
“Why does everyone hate Logan?” Diego scowled at the people still booing and chanting ‘Cook is a crook’.
Wylder and Diego flanked Logan as they charged up the steps, Wylder at war with two sides of herself. One wanted to get Logan out of there as fast as possible. The other side wanted to throw popcorn and trash back at the people saying awful things about her friend.
“They don’t know what they’re talking about, D,” Wylder shouted over the noise, not sure how to explain what just happened to her clueless friend when she didn’t really understand it herself.
Yeah, the Cook brothers might have gotten themselves in over their heads, but they weren’t crooks.
“This isn’t going to go away, is it?” Logan paced outside the arena, his breath coming out in furious white puffs.
Wylder shivered in the cool evening, regretting not bringing her coat.
“We will figure this out, Logan.”
“How? It’s over, Wylds. I don’t think there’s any coming back from this.”
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“Riding in my tractor,” Wylder sang. “Chasing my velociraptor.”
Logan joined in. “Chasing. Chasing.”
It was ridiculous, but this was their song. Wylder grinned as her voice faded on the last notes. “And done!”
