Page 46 of Wylder & the Rising Rockstar
A sigh lifted his shoulders. “That’s the thing, Wylds, I know why you did it, and I do forgive you.”
She couldn’t have heard him right. “You do?”
“Sure, but that doesn’t change anything.”
“Why not?” She held back the tears threatening to break free. All she wanted was for Logan to look at her with wonder like he’d done so many times. No one had ever made her feel so seen, so much better than she truly was. Most people thought she was too much trouble to associate with, but he never had.
“My life is so complicated.” He ran a hand through his hair. “It has changed so much this year. My brothers and I… we need to figure out what’s next, how to come back from everything that has happened.”
“I can help you with that. The Winter Rev—"
“No, you don’t get it. With everything going on, I need to simplify my life.”
She knew what was coming, the moment Logan saw her as everyone else did. Her heart fell into her stomach, shattering into a million pieces before he even said the words.
“You’re anything but simple, Wylder.”
There it was. Logan transformed into a million other people, people Wylder always claimed didn’t matter. She’d never let their opinions bother her or change her. Their words hadn’t had the power to hurt her, burning through her until there was nothing left.
But then, she’d never been in love with any of them.
13
Two days.
Two days and Wylder could get off that stupid campus for a couple of weeks.
She didn’t go to the dining hall with her friends, and the way they’d looked at her made her feel like she’d murdered someone. But she just hadn’t been hungry. Was that a crime?
Apparently, for Wylder Anderson, it was.
The truth was she couldn’t handle the kinds of greasy and sugary foods she loved, not when her stomach was all tied up in knots.
When someone knocked on her bedroom door, she approached it cautiously, unsure who it could be when everyone who could stand her was eating dinner.
Her heart leapt into her throat when she pulled it open, only to realize it wasn’t Logan, just the guy who shared his face.
“What do you want, Luke?”
Luke dug his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “Can we talk?”
She lifted a brow and pushed the door open wider. “Free country.” She turned back into her room and climbed onto her bed to wrap herself in a burrito blanket. “How did you get into the building, anyway?”
He lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “I acted like Logan and told the security guard I’d forgotten my keycard. Then I asked around to find out which room was yours.”
She leaned her head back. “Well, now there’ll be a rumor spreading through the dorm that either Logan has lost his memory or I’ve already moved on to the other Cook brother.” When he didn’t respond, she laughed. “No comment, Luke? No smarmy grin or offer to let me move on to you?”
“Not this time.” One corner of his mouth hitched up. “I’m not here for me.”
“I don’t want to talk about Logan.”
Luke sat on the corner of her bed. “He still won’t talk to me.”
“Did you consider cornering him in his dorm room when he only wants to sink into a blanket burrito and watch a stupid movie?”
He shot her an amused look. “I see why Logan likes you so much.”
“Liked, past tense. He’s not really on any better speaking terms with me than you at the moment.” She didn’t want to talk about Logan. Sitting up, she changed the subject. “How’s Sebastian?” She’d tried to text him so many times since the accident but hadn’t been able to.
