Page 43 of Wylder & the Rising Rockstar
When she woke the next morning, it was to Killian holding a coffee in front of her face. He still wore his running clothes, so she knew it must have been early.
“Have I been here all night?” Taking the coffee gratefully, she sat up.
“Yeah. I was surprised to see you still out here when I came out. I figured you’d chat with Logan and go back to your room.”
“Logan! Is he back?” Her eyes snapped to his closed door.
Killian’s brow furrowed. “He stopped by after staying at his brother’s place, but I think he already went to grab breakfast.”
And he hadn’t woken her? He’d just walked right on by. She sighed. This wasn’t going to be as easy as she’d hoped. Though, she knew she didn’t deserve easy. “I should go back to my room and shower.”
Killian sat beside her. “What? You’re not going to go ambush him in the dining hall?”
“I don’t ambush.”
A laugh burst out of him. “Okay, Wylds. Whatever you say.”
She elbowed him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’re confrontational. You don’t let anyone just wallow. It’s pretty much one of the best things about you.”
“It doesn’t sound like a good thing.” She pouted as she sipped her coffee.
“Sometimes it’s exactly what people need. You don’t take anyone at face value. You see what we need, not what we say we need. It’s like your superpower.”
“Yeah, and what is it Logan needs? Because I only seem to mess things up for him.”
“He says he needs space, right?”
She nodded.
“What does that say to you?”
She leaned back, trying to figure out what Logan hadn’t said. “He… not space… he needs to know he can trust me.”
“Bingo.”
“No one says bingo, you old man.”
He chuckled. “Glad to see you’re still here, Wylder.”
“I really should go shower if I’m going to be presentable at all.” She stood and handed the half-full coffee cup to Killian. “If you see that boy toy of yours, tell him to meet me at my room to walk to class.”
“You know Diego hates being called a boy toy, right?”
“No, he doesn’t.” What Killian obviously didn’t see was Diego secretly took joy in the fact Wylder had tons of nicknames for him. They made him feel accepted when he’d always been on the outside before. Wylder and Killian had changed everything for him.
Back in her room, she took a quick shower and pulled on a ridiculous pair of purple sweatpants with a tail protruding from the butt. They were her unicorn pants. Yanking on a sweatshirt, she realized she didn’t have time to dry her hair. “Crap.” It was going to be cold.
For once, she didn’t bother with colored wax. Slipping her arms into her coat, she pulled on a hat and her boots. She smiled when the door opened and Devyn came in, followed by Diego. “You guys ready?”
“Oh no, it’s the unicorn pants again.” Devyn lifted Wylder’s bag and handed it to her.
“You love these pants.” Wylder made her tail swish.
“Yeah, sure. So, who do you think is going to teach our class today?”
“That awful substitute we had before, probably.” Wylder groaned at the thought. The man hated her.
