Garden Shed: Tyler, The Creator and Wyatt

17. Caught Up

"So we're not talking?"

Kali said nothing, walking right past him as everyone rushed out of 6th period. Their only class together.

"Kali, for real?"

She ignored him, continuing to walk off as Tyler stood there, Rocky and Taco came out of class.

"She's hella mad bruh," Taco said, adjusting his backpack.

"Nigga you fucked up." Rocky spat.

"You was the one talking about her being annoying–,"

"Nigga that's not the point. I was annoyed. I got shit going on–," Tyler stopped when he realized they had no idea about his more personal stuff.

"What the fuck you got going on?" Taco asked.

"Nothing. My grades are trash nigga. Like, fuck."

Rocky and Taco laughed, as they began to walk out the gate together.
Tyler looked around, wanting to see if Wyatt was around.

"Who you looking for?" Taco noticed Tyler turning around constantly.

"No one."

"Nigga, what you hiding bruh?" Rocky stopped in his tracks, annoyed.

"For real! You not telling us something." Taco stammered.

"Man fuck y'all. I'm just tired. I'll catch y'all later."

Tyler left them as he walked home alone, completely in his own thoughts. He was confused, tired, and most of all unsure of what his friends would think about him.

As he walked home, he looked down at his phone, wondering if he should call Kali.
Just then, a car with someone familiar in it stopped by him.

"Hey, you busy?"

Bella.

"Since when do you have a car?" Tyler laughed, confused.

"You know how spoiled I am." Bella said, rolling the windows even lower.

"So why you stalking me for?"

She laughed, grabbing her ponytail seductively as Tyler came closer.

"So are you coming in or not?" Bella bit her lip, signaling into her car.

Tyler looked around, unsure of what to do. He smirked, closing the gap between them as he kissed her. Tyler then went around the car, jumping into the passenger seat.
Immediately, she grabbed his shirt, pulling him in harshly as she laughed at his immediate touch.

"You been wanting me, huh?" Tyler groaned into her neck. Bella moaned, her mouth agape as her eyes rolled back. His lips sucked on her skin.

"You have no idea," She said, pushing him into the backseat as she began to remove her shirt rapidly. Tyler laughed, taking off his belt.

They kissed roughly, wanting pleasure.

"Fuck, I'm out of condoms." Tyler bit his lip, checking every pocket in his wallet.

He was on stop of Bella, her arms supported her up.

"It's fine..." She switched places with him, she was now on top, "I had something else in mind anyway."

Bella slipped off Tyler's boxers, exposing him as her began to rub on him. He moaned, his lips parted as she sucked him off. A few moments went by until his breath hitched, finally reaching a climax.

"Fuck, sorry," He laughed as he realized he'd stained Bella's bra with cum.

"Make it up to me." She reached under her, feeling herself as Tyler watched.

He immediately switched places with her, she laid beneath him as he began to kiss down her torso, towards her underwear.
They were silent, just the sounds he left on her skin rang throughout the car.

He kissed her underwear, pulling them off with his teeth as he began to lick. Bella's head fell back, cursing as Tyler felt on her breasts.

"Someone's gonna hear us if you don't shut up." He looked up at her. They both laughed before he went in again.

He got all of his pent up anger out with Bella; all the stress, tenseness that was going through his head was temporarily alleviated. 

...

It had been a few hours since Bella had left, and T was bored outside his porch. Wondering where everyone was, he texted the guys.

where the fuck are y'all?
-Me, 5:45 p.m.

Tyler waited, but no reply from the group chat.

He began to walk toward Wyatt's house, a car parked outside. He wasn't sure who it could be, but he decided to knock anyway.

T waited, then knocked again. Soon, a frail lady answered the door.

"Uh, hi. Is Wyatt home?"

She smiled at him. Probably his grandma.

"He said he was going to the library to work on his project. Perhaps he's still there, dear."

Tyler nodded, making his way there with his bike.

The sun was beginning to set, and Run to The Sun by N.E.R.D rang through T's earphones. This was his favorite time of day, wishing he had someone to share this moment every time.

Once he got to the library, he spotted Wyatt's bike outside.

Tyler went inside, taking out one of his earbuds. Stopping in his tracks as he saw Wyatt writing something by the back end of the library. Tyler licked his lips, walking towards him.

"Hey."

Wyatt jumped, hiding his papers into the binder so quickly.

"What? What is that?" Tyler asked as Wyatt got uncomfortable. What was he hiding?

"Nothing, you scared me." Wyatt looked down as Tyler sat next to him.

"Your grandma said you were here."

"You went to my house?" A confused, almost mad tone came out of Wyatt.

"Yeah, I was bored."

"So what do you want?" Wyatt ignored it.

"What're you working on?" Tyler began to open Wyatt's binder, but Wyatt retaliated, taking it away from his hands.

A confused look played on T's face. Wyatt stood up.

"What the fuck, Wyatt?"

"Look, I'm going home. I'm tired."

"Why are you still ignoring me?"

"I'll see you tomorrow," Wyatt said, adjusting his backpack as he began to leave.

Tyler sighed, watching him as he walked off. Then, a piece of paper dropped on the ground from Wyatt's binder. He didn't notice it.

"Hey—," Tyler got up, but Wyatt had already walked out.

He walked towards the binder paper, picking it up as he curiously began to read it.

Journalism Semester Project: High school Experience
-Write about someone interesting and their high school experience so far.
-Get to know your classmate.
-Share your findings with their permission.

Tyler turned the paper around, and to his surprise, it was completely filled notes and drawings. Wyatt's handwriting was all over the place. There was things that were circled, highlighted, crossed out. He began to read some.

write about:
t̶h̶e̶ ̶g̶i̶r̶l̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶c̶h̶e̶m̶ ̶c̶l̶a̶s̶s̶?̶ ̶r̶o̶c̶k̶y̶ too hard to get to know. maybe the boy in my math? seems interesting.
maybe tyler?
-favorite foods- pb&j, eggo waffles
-loves sunsets and sunrises
-has mean friends...doesn't care about fitting in
-popular, class clown
-has girlfriend?
-shit grades
-interesting
-likes me?

Tyler bit his bottom lip, unsure of what this meant. Confused, he thought about giving it back to Wyatt.
And that was exactly what he was going to do; to get answers.