Garden Shed: Tyler, The Creator and Wyatt

12. Ditch

It was Monday again.

Tyler had purposely taken the long route to get to school late. He had been ignoring Kali all weekend, and wanted to keep the streak going.

He thought about avoiding her the rest of the day, not wanting to deal with her at all.

The day went on, and he was so far pretty successful.

"Nigga you really gonna try to pull it off?" Rocky asked, as they walked to lunch together.

"Yeah. I know all her classes so imma just avoid them."

"What about sixth period? She got english with us."

"I'll find a way."

"Ditch?"

Tyler shrugged at the idea. It was ditch or go to class and suffer Kali's death stare.

They all got chips and some juice, sitting at the table.

"Fuck," Tyler clenched his jaw as he saw Kali walk into the cafeteria with her friends.

He began to get up, watching her every move.

"Where the fuck you gonna go?" Taco asked, as they all began to get up.

"Nigga we coming with you!" Rocky said as Tyler began to leave.

"Nah! stay here. She'll think I skipped school if she doesn't see me with y'all. Imma be out there." Tyler signaled outside, and they all agreed.

He navigated his way through the cafeteria tables, hiding behind the crowds as he finally made it outside. As he walked out, he made his way to the bathroom, but before he could, he saw Wyatt out of the corner of his eye. T looked over, and of course, Wyatt sat under the lockers, earphones in, drawing in his sketchbook.

Tyler quickly made his way over to him, looking around to make sure no one was watching.

"What the fuck, you scared me!" Wyatt took his earphones out as Tyler crouched in front of him.

"Ditch with me."

"What?" Wyatt closed his sketchbook confused.

"Ditch with me. Right now."

"I-I can't. I've never done it before–,"

"I have. C'mon."

"Why do you look so paranoid?" Wyatt asked. They were almost whispering.

"Kali. I'm tryna avoid her. Stop being a bitch! let's go," He punched Wyatt's arm again, and they both instantly got up, making their way to the theater.

They quickly ran, walking when they came across security guards. The theater was empty and dark. They quickly ran to the back, there was an emergency exit that no one knew of except the ones that had ditched before. It was an easy way out.

"Listen," Tyler stopped Wyatt as their breaths hitched in the dark, "When I open this door, we run as far we can, and fast. The emergency alarm goes off. We have like ten, maybe fifteen seconds before security guards run over here–,"

"I can't believe you're making me do this." Wyatt cut him off.

"Ready?"

Wyatt nodded, and just like that, the alarm went off. Tyler and Wyatt ran like they've never ran before, through the theater parking lot, and past the school's closest park. They kept running, Tyler laughing as Wyatt did too.

"WOOO!" Wyatt shouted, a rush of adrenaline kicked into both of them immediately.

They neared the public library's park, a space where Tyler and his friends used to ditch to.

"Shit!" Tyler caught his breath, as they hid behind a huge tree.

"Oh my god," Wyatt coughed, bending over to catch his breath.

Tyler panted as he dug through his backpack, panicked as he looked for his inhaler. He dumped everything on the grass, unable to find it.

Wyatt began to panic as Tyler held onto his chest, clenching it.

Wyatt quickly tried looking around for it, and realized it had fallen a few feet away from them.

"Got it!" Wyatt ran to it, grabbing it as he quickly gave it to Tyler.

He inhaled it, instantly breathing in the longest breath of fresh air.

They both fell onto the grass, defeated and exhausted.

"You fucking saved my life." Tyler laughed, turning over to Wyatt.

"Didn't have much of a choice," He said, placing his hands behind his head.

"Fuck," Tyler sighed, sitting up as he put everything back into his backpack.

"Why are you avoiding her anyway?"

"She's gonna give me shit for ignoring her all fucking weekend."

"Why are you ignoring her in the first place?"

"Damn, didn't realize this shit was a therapy session nigga."

Wyatt laughed.

"You don't have to answer."

"She's just too clingy. We don't even have anything in common. She's boring as fuck."

"Then break up with her."

"It's not that fucking easy."

"You're just scared."

"Nah."

"You're scared that if you break up with her, people are gonna think you're crazy for ending it with the hottest girl in school. Your friends are gonna clown you–,"

"Shut up. It's just a lot to think about." Tyler cut him off.
Wyatt said exactly what Tyler was too afraid to face; and they both knew it.

"I guess."

Tyler spotted a drawing that was sketched in black pen ink on the inside of Wyatt's wrist.

"What is that?" Tyler grabbed his wrist, intrigued at the drawing Wyatt had done.

"It's a stupid thing—," Wyatt took back his arm, hiding it.

"That's fucking sick. What does it say?"

"Sometimes."

"Draw it on my wrist." Tyler held out his arm, digging through his bag with the other hand as he took out a black pen.

"I don't know–,"

"Quit being a bitch. It looks sick."