Page 45 of Wylder & the Rising Rockstar
Ms. Jones’ voice stopped her. “Wylder, are you okay?” She stepped up to the side of Wylder’s desk as the students filed out. “Are you worried about Mr. Cook? Because he assures me he’s fine.”
“No.” Wylder stood and pulled her bag over one shoulder. “I know he’ll be back teaching us soon.”
Ms. Jones’ brow furrowed. “Well, whatever is wrong, I’m sure your music class can cure it.”
Fat chance of that. “I’m sure it will.”
“How is your song coming along for the Winter Review? There are only a few weeks left.”
A fact Wylder couldn’t forget. The review was the weekend right after they returned from winter break, but Wylder doubted she even had a partner anymore. “I don’t know if I’m still doing it.”
Surprise flashed across her face. “Well, that would be a mistake.”
“Probably, but I may not have a choice. I should probably get to class if I don’t want to be late.”
“Yes, of course.”
When Wylder reached ConMus, she realized she wasn’t the only one who’d considered skipping, just the one who hadn’t followed through. Logan was nowhere to be found.
Class was a lot more boring without his running commentary, without the constant grins he threw her way. Even when they’d hated each other, he’d been fun to be around. They’d argued and fought, but it had meant they noticed each other.
In English, he hadn’t looked Wylder’s way once, and it made her feel like she didn’t matter to him at all.
Class ticked by at a slow pace until the bell rang, and she bolted out of her seat. Enough was enough. Logan couldn’t ignore her in class or skip another class to avoid her. That wasn’t how they rolled.
She ran from the building without a thought for her next class. She had to talk to Logan before this went on any longer. She had to clear the air.
Nicky had told her to grovel, and she was prepared to do just that. Without Logan coloring her mornings, they lacked vibrancy. Without his laughter, his kindness, nothing held any joy for her.
Not the Christmas decorations or the impending break from school. Not even the idea of performing in the Winter Review.
She hadn’t realized how big a part of her life he’d become over the last few months. They weren’t merely friends who’d tried and failed at the dating thing. It was more than that, and she’d make him see.
Logan wasn’t in his suite when she checked, but she found him sitting in the dining hall with a steaming coffee in front of him. Getting one for herself, she sat down in front of him, but he didn’t react to her presence, continuing to stare at the table.
At this time of the morning, they were the only students in here.
“Logan.”
He still didn’t look up.
“Logan, I need you to look at me.”
Agonizingly slowly, he lifted his gaze. “Wylder. What do you need?”
You, she wanted to yell. She sucked in a breath. “I’m sorry.” Her breath shook coming out. “Logan, I’m so sorry I broke your trust. I just… I never meant to lie to you. Do you believe me?”
He didn’t respond for a long moment. “I do. I know you wouldn’t intentionally hurt me.”
“Then you have to forgive me. My family asked me to give Luke time. They did it for him, and you know how important my family is to me.”
He scrubbed a hand over his face, looking more dejected than he had even when their music empire crumbled. “I know, but Wylds, my family is important to me too.”
“Luke needed time.”
“And I needed him.”
She shrank back at the sharpness in his tone. “What do you want me to do? Grovel? I can do that. Beg? I’m begging now. Logan…”
