Page 59 of Wylder & the Rising Rockstar
“What’s going on?” Logan glared between her and Luke.
“Oh, hey, bro.” Luke strummed a few more chords on his guitar. “We’re practicing for the Winter Review. Your girlfriend slays on drums.”
“You do know you’re not helping, right?” Wylder shot at Luke. “Logan, I can explain.” She stood up.
He shrugged. “I get it. You like Cook brothers. Guess it doesn’t really matter which one.” He gave her such a disgusted look it broke something inside her. Not the squishy lovey-dovey feelings. Anger. So much anger. Her face warmed with the intensity of it.
“Yeah, just the ones that aren’t you,” she snapped back, gripping her drumsticks, wanting nothing more than to beat him over the head with them.
“Burn.” Luke chuckled, setting his guitar back on its stand.
“You, shut up!” Logan and Wylder both turned and yelled at Luke.
“I guess I was just the substitute to the famous twin, huh? Now that Luke’s here, you get the real thing.” Logan’s face turned red to match hers.
“Oh, that’s a load of crap, and you know it. I hated Luke from the moment I met him.” Wylder took a step toward Logan, itching to shove some sense into him. “I even stopped listening to his music until I learned it was actually you singing and not him.” She pointed her drumstick in Luke’s face.
“Ouch, really?” Luke shook his head. “That really hurts, Wylds.”
“Stay out of it!” Wylder and Logan shouted again.
“Okey dokey.” Luke took a seat at Logan’s keyboard, resting his elbows on his knees like he was watching some kind of juicy TV drama unfold.
“And what makes you think you get to perform my song without my permission?” Logan took a step toward Wylder.
“Your song?Yoursong?” Wylder laughed. “You have a convenient memory, Logan Cook.” She shoved him back a step. “Wewrote that song together. There wouldn’tbea song if I hadn’t pushed you to get in touch with your music to deal with your brother issues. If it’s anyone’s song, it’s mine.”
“Yeah, well, you wouldn’t have a song if I hadn’t stepped in to help you fix it.“
Wylder gasped at the low blow.
“Hey, Logan, are you back already?” Sebastian stepped into the room. “I thought you’d be gone all afternoon.” He glanced from Logan to Wylder.
“Did you?” Logan turned on his older brother. “I guess you’re in on whatever this is?” He gestured between Wylder and Luke.
“I am Switzerland.” Sebastian folded his arms over his chest. “But I support anything that gets either one of you two playing music again, so I told Luke and Wylder they are more than welcome to practice here any time they want. Though, I’d prefer it if all of you would get your heads out of your rear ends and behave like adults for once in your lives.” Sebastian turned and left them to it.
“Luke! Kitchen, now,” Sebastian called back. “Leave them alone, for crying out loud.”
“Aw, come on, Bash.” Luke dragged himself into the hall. “They’re so entertaining.”
“Luke!” Sebastian’s voice hit that tone only parents seemed to be able to master.
“Fine, I’m coming.” He rolled his eyes and closed the door behind him.
Logan paced across the room and back, running his hand through his hair. “Why are you doing this to me?” He finally looked at her, and she wished he hadn’t. He held such accusation in his eyes.
“And what is it, exactly, that I’m doing to you, Logan?”
“Singing that song. With him?” He pointed toward the door where his brother had just left.
“Are you even serious, right now?” Wylder turned to face him. “It’s just a song, Logan. Are you that jealous of his fame that you’re twisting this into something it’s not?”
“Jealous?” He blinked at her in confusion. “You think I’m jealous?”
“I have no idea what you are. You won’t talk to me.” She threw her drumsticks at him, narrowly missing his head. She was dangerously close to tears now. “But if you think playing with Luke is about anything other than earning the extra credit for ConMus, then you’re a bigger fool than I thought!” She marched toward the door, but Logan grabbed her, pulling her in for a searing, angry kiss.
Wylder melted into him. Grabbing the lapels of his jacket, she returned his kiss, her own anger fueling the kiss as her mind swirled out of control.
