Page 32 of Wylder & the Rising Rockstar
She hid her face in Logan’s shirt. “I think they just uncovered our secret.”
“Do you have a problem with that?”
She bit her lip and shook her head. “You?”
“Not one bit.” He kissed her again.
“Okay, you need to stop doing that.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m taking you on a date, and I’ll never make it out of the dorms if you don’t.”
He gave her an indulgent smile. “Where on this campus is there somewhere to go on a date in winter?”
“Oh, you just wait.” The idea had come to her as she’d sat in Ms. Jones office, looking out the large windows at the library and knowing what lay beyond it. She hadn’t visited the old campus all year. “Meet me at the front doors in one hour, okay?”
“Sure, but Wylds, what about dinner?”
She looked around the dining hall, realizing they’d eaten everything she had in her fridge. Her eyes zeroed in on the pizza station. “Sneak some pizza out of here. We’ll eat where we’re going. Do you trust me?”
“Help me, Wylds, I think I do.”
As she walked away from him, she hated the stab of guilt those words brought. After tonight. She’d tell him about Luke once they had their one perfect evening.
Everything would work out.
10
Wylder didn’t know why she did it.
She’d washed the colored wax from her hair and let her short blonde hair stay natural for one evening. She loved having loud hair, but sometimes she wondered if she did it to take attention off the rest of her, like it was a distraction from who she really was.
“Ow, crap.” She jabbed her eye with the eyeliner pencil. Again.
“You okay in here?” Devyn leaned in the doorway of the bathroom.
“No, I’m not okay. I’m kind of freaking out. What the heck am I even doing?” She’d never been so nervous about any single night in her life.
Devyn didn’t say anything. She only smiled.
“What?” Wylder snapped, turning to her.
“What’s wrong with you? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this before.”
Wylder blew out a breath. “I… I have a date with Logan.”
She clapped her hands together, making Wylder jump. “Finally. Okay, how much time do you have?”
Wylder checked her phone. “Twenty minutes.”
“Plenty of time.” Devyn stepped in and shut the door. “What are you going to do with your hair?”
“My hair? It’s already done.”
“Wylds, it’s just sitting messy on top of your head.”
“I didn’t put my wax in it.” Wylder shrugged.
