Page 46 of Wylder and the Almost Rockstar
“Not that I know of.”
“Oh, you must have just gotten home. I didn’t even realize you weren’t in your room. Why were you out all night?”
“I wasn’t out all night.”
She twisted the cap on her bottle and turned. “Okay, that’s all I’ve got. Why are you up?”
Wylder gave her a grin that belied the angst inside her. “I want to go running.”
“Oh my gosh, you must be sick, hon.” She pressed a hand to Wylder’s forehead. “Tell you what, go get back in bed and after my run, I’ll bring you some breakfast.”
She pushed Devyn’s hand away. “I’m not sick.”
“Delirious?”
“No. I just… please take me with you. I need to get my mind off… stuff.”
Devyn arched a brow. “We won’t slow for you.”
“I’m not asking you to.”
“Okay, fine.” She marched to the door and held it open for Wylder.
The two of them took the stairs to the lobby and stopped by the front doors. “What are we waiting for,” Wylder asked.
“Killian. He runs with me every morning.”
“Oh, I can go get him.”
Devyn leveled her with a glare. “We can’t go into a boys’ wing this early in the morning.”
Wylder shrugged. It never bothered her. She was about to suggest it again when a familiar boy called to them.
“Is that the Wyld Child?” Killian grinned when he reached them. “You okay?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” She suddenly had the horrible thought that Logan told Killian what happened. Her gut churned at the thought.
“Because you’re awake at six in the morning.”
“Oh.” Relief flooded her.
“And she’s coming running.” Devyn gave Killian a skeptical look.
Killian stood in shock for a moment before lifting a hand to her forehead like Devyn had done. “You sick, Wylder?”
“Why does everyone keep asking me that?” She pushed him away. “Can’t I just want to run?”
“No,” they both said.
Wylder huffed out a breath as she looked at her friends. “I… need this. Please.”
Killian met her gaze, holding it for a moment before nodding. Devyn shrugged before the three of them stepped out into the biting cold morning. Wylder mimicked Devyn’s stretches, wanting to be prepared, unlike the last time she’d gone running with them.
It felt good just to get out of her room, to move her muscles and prepare to do something that wasn’t her, almost like she could be someone else.
Why had she decided to kiss Logan? The two of them were so mismatched, it could never have been a good idea. And now look at her. Sebastian never made her feel this way. She’d never questioned herself, even after they ended. She’d been confident and cool.
But he’d also never kissed her quite like Logan had, like there was nothing else in the world he’d rather do.
