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After math class was over, Ronin and I headed to history and Brodie and Holloway went to English. Then all four of us met up again for music class, which was at the end of the day.

Once our final class was over and before we started jamming, I wandered out to use the washroom. The hallways were deserted now that school was done, no one in sight.

Once I was finished in the head, I washed up, and started back out.

Until I spotted Ronin and Ilya at the end of the hallway, in the alcove under the stairs.

But they weren’t fighting like usual.

Ilya and Ronin were sucking face. And going at each other with the same intensity as their argument.

I flushed all over, embarrassed that the sight of them kissing turned me on and at the same time, made me angry. How could Ronin kiss an asshole like that? A guy who made fun of him all the time.

I didn’t know what to do, so I crept back into the bathroom and waited a few more minutes. When I re-appeared and glanced again, they were gone.

I walked back to class, confused and shaken up. Brodie and Holloway were already playing. And singing. Fuck, Brodie could sing. A shiver passed through me. Somehow, just like I knew about Ronin, I knew that the four of us, right here, was the start of something special. I could feel it in my gut.

“You’re so fucking good,” I blurted out as I stood in the doorway, watching them.

Brodie’s smirk made another appearance. “I know. But thanks.”

“He’s already got the rockstar ego,” Holloway teased. “All we need now is a band name. Oh, and you know, a record deal.”

“Where’s Ronin?” Brodie asked.

I flushed, because, of course I did. “Um, I don’t know. Probably the washroom?”

“He left ten minutes ago. Seems like a long time to take a piss,” Holloway quipped. “Or a shit.”

“Not for someone my size.”

I turned at the sound of Ronin’s voice. Of course, my eyes lasered in on his lips, which were swollen. Now that I’d seen him, with Ilya of all people, I couldn’t unsee it.

“What about Wayward Tongue?” Brodie suggested.

I flushed again, my mind still thinking about that kiss, and shook my head. “What?”

“The name of our band. The teacher’s comment got me thinking,” Brodie explained. “Wayward means rebellious and that’s what rock music means to us. Fuck the nine to five, yeah?”

“Wayward, I like. Tongue, I like.” Holloway waggled his eyebrows. “Just not together. At least, not for a band name.”

Brodie rolled his eyes. “Okay, fine. You suggest a name.”

“Wayward Dick?” Holls snickered and Brodie gave him two middle fingers in response.

“Be serious for a moment,” I added. “This name is one that all of us have to love. And it needs to be good. Something that has meaning. Something original.”

Brodie nodded. “What about Wayward Stray?”

“Immediate veto,” Holls snorted. “It sounds like we’re lost. Or, you know, dogs.”

“I like the Wayward part,” I replied. “That sounds cool. Maybe just that?”

The guys shook their heads.

“We’re not following along with everyone else, right? Taking our own path. So, how about something like Wayward Lane?” Ronin suggested.

“That sounds cool!” Brodie exclaimed.

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