Page 6 of Wylder & the Rising Rockstar
“Ah, there he is, the cocky boy I fought with for so long. Good to see him.”
“Fine.” He sighed. “I’ll go write.”
“You do that.”
Logan left, and Wylder walked out into the common room, throwing herself onto the couch beside Devyn. Devyn didn’t react or tell Wylder to stop being dramatic. There was no huffing that she’d jostled her computer.
“What’s wrong with you?” Wylder leaned over to try to see what her roommate was staring at so intently.
Devyn snapped her computer shut. “Nothing.”
“Yeah, okay, like I’m going to believe that. You’re totally sitting where I hadn’t yet cleaned up crumbs, and you didn’t even yell at me.”
“I don’t always yell.” It was said without her normal reserved-hoity-toity tone.
“Oh, it’s okay. I know you secretly enjoy it when I make you mad. It’s like a game. That’s why I’m so messy. All for you, babe.”
Finally, a semi-smile broke out across her face. “You’re not messy for me.”
“No, I’m not. But I could be even messier for you if you really wanted me to.”
“Don’t you dare.”
Wylder laughed. “Now that I’ve done the impossible and made you smile, will you please tell me what’s wrong? I can’t fix it if I don’t know what it is.”
“You can’t fix everything, Wylds.”
“Oh, but I can. Ask Killian and Diego. Or Logan. He’s my most recent victim—I mean client.”
“You mean the Logan who currently is a media sideshow and doesn’t know where his brother is? That Logan?”
“Okay, so I might not have fixed all of that. Yet.”
Devyn sighed. “I got an email from my mum.”
“Mum? She English or something?”
Devyn barked out a harsh laugh. “No, but she wants to appear hip, so she insists I not use the American form even though we are—American, that is.”
“Hip?” Wylder asked. “Is she like eighty?” She realized she knew little about Devyn’s home life. Only that she spent her younger years traveling the country with horse trainers and a nanny. Devyn wasn’t the most open of books. Yet, this might be Wylder’s chance to learn what made the driven perfectionist.
“No.” Devyn sighed again. “She’s fifty, but she’s in an industry dominated by younger players, so she is always looking for ways to stay relevant to them.”
“How does calling her mum make her stay relevant?”
“You know, I have no idea.” Devyn shook her head with a laugh.
Wylder bumped her shoulder. “So, this email… I take it you didn’t like it?”
Devyn opened her computer again and ran her finger over the touchpad to wake the screen. A flyer appeared.
“The Defiance Academy Winter Review?” Wylder had heard talk of the show. It happened in three weeks, the first Saturday after winter break. The pretentious name made her never really listen when teachers spoke about it.
“It’s like a talent show,” Devyn explained.
“Yeah, I know. The theater kids all do it, right?”
“And some of the music department.”
