Page 41 of Wylder & the Rising Rockstar
“Luke texted Becks about you and Logan.” Killian stood and crossed the room to pull Wylder into a hug.
Diego looked up at them. “And Becks told Nicky.”
“Nicky messaged Kenny and Asher.” Will shrugged. Kenny was their friend and teammate who graduated the year before and now went to Boston college while dating the President’s son, Asher. Yes,thatpresident.
Killian rested his chin on her head. “And Kenny texted me.”
Wylder couldn’t help but laugh at her friends and their interest in her love life. “What is this? Wylder telephone?”
“Something like that.”
“Well, you all need to get a life. I’m fine.”
“Yes,” Devyn deadpanned. “You obviously look fine.”
Wylder wiped the remaining tears from her face. “Is that really why you’re all here? Because you heard about my epic dumping?”
Killian guided her to the others, and Diego handed her the entire package of Oreos.
Wylder took it, lowering herself to sit beside him. “Killian is sharing his Oreos, I must look really bad.”
Killian wedged her between him and Diego. “We can’t say we agree with you keeping Becks’ and Luke’s secret from Logan, but you’re our Wyld child, and we’ll be here when you’re hurting regardless.”
“Don’t call me—"
“Wyld child,” they all said in unison before laughing.
“We’re reclaiming the nickname from Mr. Cook,” Killian said.
“And from Becks,” Diego added.
“Besides, you were our Wyld Child first.” Killian pulled her in for a side hug.
Wylder grinned, wondering how she got so lucky with these friends. “Definitely from Becks.”
* * *
Despite her friends making her feel a thousand times better, Wylder couldn’t sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the betrayal on Logan’s face. She’d done that to him, made him not trust her.
Knowing she caused him pain hurt worse than him breaking up with her. That was how she knew.
What she felt for him was different than what she’d felt for Sebastian, deeper, more real. It hadn’t been merely a fling. And now it was over.
She rolled over, wishing she hadn’t eaten so many Oreos. Her stomach curdled, and she didn’t know if it was from guilt or sugar.
With a sigh, she unplugged her phone and pulled up Becks’ number. It was four in the morning, but he owed her answers, and she wouldn’t sleep without them. Hitting the button for FaceTime, she waited as it rang.
But it wasn’t Becks who answered. Nicky’s sleepy face was barely visible in the dark. “Wylds?”
“Hey, Nick Nick.”
There was a rustling sound, and she heard Nicky say, “Go back to sleep, babe. Your sister needs me right now, not you.”
Despite the fact Wylder called Becks, Nicky was right. He usually was. A light flicked on as Nicky walked into the hallway, showing his rumpled hair and bare shoulders.
“Put on a shirt, dude.”
Nicky lifted one brow. “You call at four in the morning, you don’t get to decide how I’m dressed.”
