Page 8 of Wylder and the Almost Rockstar
“I don’t think that matters. Face it, you’re popular now.”
She ceased walking completely and yanked her friends to a stop. “You take that back.”
He chuckled and danced out of range of any more biting words. “What was that? Sorry, Wylds, I need to get to class.”
“But you have independent study right now!”
He shot her a wink and practically sprinted away. The traitor.
Even Diego laughed. “He’s not wrong.”
“Don’t.” She shook her head. “I am not popular.” She walked away from him, heading toward the classroom down the next hall.
Eyes followed her every move, and she tried to ignore them. Yet, she couldn’t stop her skin from crawling at the attention. “I’m not popular,” she muttered to herself as she slipped into the classroom. Wylder Anderson didn’t do popularity.
She pulled out her phone, sending another text to Logan that she knew would go unanswered.
Wylder: How do you deal with the staring?
Wearing his famous brother’s face, it was a daily thing for him. But he’d have no advice for his supposed friend, no words of encouragement.
Mrs. Shepherd stood at the front of the room with a warm smile. “Hello, class! We’re working with our partners today, going over music industry contracts. There are some snags—if you will—in the contracts, items any musician should want to be removed. It’s your job to find them.” She set a contract on Wylder’s desk.
It wasn’t the first time they’d had partner projects since Logan left, but Wylder preferred to work alone rather than join another group. She glanced at Logan’s empty seat with a sigh and got to work.
* * *
“Wylder,” Devyn called. “We’re going to dinner.”
“Not hungry,” she shot back.
Devyn appeared in the doorway a moment later. “You’re always hungry.”
“Am not.”
She rolled her eyes and left.
Wylder crawled onto her bed with her laptop and lay on her stomach to get her Google on. She’d tried to avoid searching for information on Logan too much with him gone. She wanted to forget about him. It was what he deserved.
And what did she deserve? People who wouldn’t leave her behind? Friends who didn’t ignore all her calls and texts?
She was worried about him, and he didn’t care.
The first thing that pulled up was their YouTube video, so she did the one thing she swore she’d never do. She clicked the link and scrolled to the comments. The first few were positive about how much they loved the song.
There were some negative ones, but she didn’t care about those.
Scrolling down, she reached a comment from someone saying it wasn’t Logan on stage with her. That the reason he sounded so much like Luke was because Luke had switched places with his brother to help with his project. Plausible. Also wrong.
She’d heard that rumor around school, and it irritated her. Logan worked hard for their performance. He should get all the credit.
She was too engrossed in her computer to notice anyone entering her room. It wasn’t until Killian jumped onto the bed that she saw him. “Hey!” She reached out to protect her computer. “Aren’t you supposed to be at dinner?”
Diego perched on the corner of her bed, and Devyn leaned against the doorframe.
“Brought you food.” Killian grinned as he gestured to the extra plate Diego carried. Pizza, They’d brought her pizza from the dining hall. These boys sure knew the way to her heart.
Killian sat up with his own plate and took a bite.
