Clique: Tyler, The Creator

10. Jealousy

I made my way back to my dorm, replaying the same fucking scene in my head. Tyler's expression as he realized he'd made a mistake. Fuck, I knew I should've used a different book for my writing.

I opened the door to my dorm, it was pitch dark, I turned on the light, Kali letting out a screech.

"What–,"

It took a second until I realized what was going on.

"Fuck, you said she wouldn't be back this early!" Rocky said, pulling the sheets over him.

"Shit." I turned off the lights in a panic and opened the door again, shutting it as I breathed out.
Damn, in our fucking dorm? Really? Shit.

Maybe this was a sign to go back to T's and talk to him. We had to finish this project together whether he liked it or not.

...

I sighed as I wondered whether or not to knock on the door. I licked my lips, unsure. Thinking that maybe this was a mistake. Just as I was about to, the door opened, Tyler stood there.

"Tyler,"

"I was about to go to yours and apologize," He shook his head, turning around and signaled me to come in. I shut the door behind me.

"Look, I was–,"

"Nah, I was bugging. I'm sorry. Look I didn't mean to do that. I was just playing you know?" He said, his hands going into his pockets.

"It's fine. It's just like, stupid poems and writings. It don't mean much."

"So you wanna be writer?" He asked, sitting down on one of the stools.

I nodded, "Yeah. I'm majoring in english, I wanna write books and stuff."

"Fitting. I can see you doing that."

"What about you?" I began to walk closer over to him.

"I don't even know yet. Fashion? Art? Music? I like a bunch of shit."

"You make music?"

"Yeah. Wanna listen?" His lips formed a huge smile, you could tell he loved it.

We went over to a desk that had a bunch of binders with papers and stuff written all over it.

"This one's kinda old. It's called fucking young/perfect." He clicked a button on his macbook, suddenly a beat kicked in.

"The day that I met you girl
I knew that it was something special
But I couldn't put my finger on it..."

It was gorgeous, the beat, the vocals, everything.

"That's Kali singing in the second half."

"No way, she sounds amazing." I was actually so surprised.

"Yeah, she's got something special." I could see a twinkle in his eye and his face light up as he began to talk about her.

"She's so creative, and she's out here fucking niggas like Rocky. Man," He shook his head. That's when I realized he had something more for her.

"Making this song with her was crazy chemistry. But I never told her,"

"What do you mean? You never told her you liked her?"

"Nah. She's too good for me."

"Boy I know, that we could be more
Than just friends, but you're scared,"

"She was talking about Rocky in that part." He said, turning it up a little more, "She used to tell me everything about herself, we was hella close. I don't know, shit changed, we ain't like that no more. I still have that soft spot for her."

"You should've told her."

"Nah. I didn't wanna ruin the friendship we had," He licked his lips.

I didn't realize how caring he was for other people, he never really showed that side of him.

"Now you tell me who that poem was about." He smiled all cheeky.

"Don't change the subject." I laughed, rolling my eyes.

"I told you about me, you tell me about you. Who's the nigga?"

I looked down, biting my lip. Seeming as how much he secretly hated Rocky, I didn't want to mess up.

"Why don't you wanna tell me?"

"It's hard."

"It's Rocky huh?"

I sighed, nodding lightly.

"What the fuck is it that y'all like so much about him? that nigga is so boring." He laughed.
He took it a lot better than I thought.

"He's so pretty, it's not even that i'm in love with him or whatever. It's a stupid crush."

"I feel it. You want me to tell him?"

"No! why would you do that," I laughed, punching his arm playfully.

"Y'all would look good together. He needs someone like you."

"Shut up. You want me to tell Kali you like her?"

"Nigga no." He got up, laughing.

"It's weird though. I started talking to this girl during the summer and Kali stopped talking to me. It's like she gets jealous or something but when I try to talk to her she's like, weird."

"Maybe make her jealous again?" I laughed.

"With who? That shit sounds like something out of a movie."

"What if," I entertained the idea in my head, stopping myself, then talking again, "What if you make Kali jealous and i'll try to get Rocky. It's a win win. Me and you." I smirked.

It could probably work.

He looked up from his laptop.

"You'd do that for me?"

"Nigga i'm doing it for me. I want Rocky," I laughed. "I'm kidding. Yeah, I would. It sounds kinda fun."

"Fuck it," He laughed.