Page 53 of Wylder & the Rising Rockstar
“Next time we’ll try something more in your wheelhouse, but still healthy.”
“If you say so.” Wylder piled on the fruit sushi. “This is good, though.”
“What are we going to do about Logan?” Luke leaned back against his chair.
“I think I need to let him be mad.” Wylder chased flecks of coconut around her plate. “Pushing him now will only alienate him more.”
“We need to get him on stage again, Wylder.” Luke ran a hand through his messy hair.
“Logan will do what Logan wants. The music will drive him, and if he wants to perform, he will. Just probably not with me. Maybe you two should do the song and leave me out of it.”
Luke shook his head. “He won’t perform with me. He never has. It has to be you.”
“I don’t see how we can make that happen when I’m the last person he trusts right now.”
“Then we need to poke the bear.”
“That sounds like a dumb idea.” Wylder scoffed, swirling her food around her plate to make it look like she’d eaten more than she had.
“I know one thing that will get a reaction out of him.”
“What?” Wylder looked up at the brother who wore her favorite face in the whole world. They were identical in so many ways, but Luke wasn’t Logan.
“You and I are going to perform that song at the Winter Review.”
15
“Devyn!” Wylder shrieked, running to bang on her roommate’s door. “Dev, wake up we’ve been robbed!” She slapped her palm against the smooth white surface.
Devyn jerked the door open, her sleeping mask shoved up on her forehead. “What are you … babbling about now?” She wiped a weary hand over her eyes. “It’s the middle of the night.”
“It’s just midnight.”
“That is the definition of middle of the night.” Devyn’s shoulders slumped. “Did you actually need something, or are you just short on attention?”
“Ouch.” Wylder grabbed Devyn’s hand and towed her to the common room. “We’ve been robbed.”
“On no, did they take your drums?” Devyn’s voice rose in anticipation.
“I’m serious, Dev. Look.” She turned her toward the kitchen.
“Someone ransacked our kitchen?” Devyn frowned.
“I did that part. Look at all this stuff!” Wylder picked up a stack of prepackaged salads she’d found in the fridge.
Devyn sighed and crossed her arms over her chest. “Seriously,whatare you babbling about? I’m too tired to interpret your Wylderisms.”
Wylder slammed her hand on the counter. “Someone stole all my snacks and replaced it with this … junk.” She waved her arms at the contents of the tiny kitchen. The counters were covered in salads, protein bars—and not the chocolate kind she sorta liked—baby carrots and hummus, which she also sorta liked but there wasn’t a cracker or pita chip in sight.
Devyn seemed to shake with outrage.
“Right? We should call security.” Wylder ran a hand through her hair. “I came out for my snackies, and it was like this. Someone broke in while I was in my room studying.”
“Broke in is a bit of a stretch when you always forget to lock the door at night.” Devyn’s lips pressed into a thin line.
“And look at this!” Wylder opened the tiny freezer compartment filled with ice cream bars. “They’revegan.”
“So, someone came in and replaced all your junk food with healthy stuff?” Devyn’s lips twitched as she reached into the freezer for an ice cream bar.
