Garden Shed: Tyler, The Creator and Wyatt

34. Soon Never Comes

Tyler and Wyatt hadn't talked since their last adventure.

"What happened with that one note you was talking about?" Rocky asked Taco as they all sat around the lunch table.

"The love note? Bruh I still don't know," Taco shook his head.

"Well nigga, find out. What if it's that one girl you been talking about. You'll never know." Tyler sighed, taking a bite out of his peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

"Rose? Nah. I'll see. I'm gonna find out before we graduate for sure."

They talked a little more before Tyler spotted Wyatt and Amanda talking by the cafeteria entrance.

"Right nigga?"

Tyler was caught off guard.

"What?"

"We don't got a quiz today right? Who the fuck you looking at—," Rocky veered his eyes to where he caught Tyler looking.

"Oh, nah. We don't got a quiz."

"You looking at fruity boy?" Rocky's brows scrunched up.

"Damn nigga, you into that?" Jasper laughed.

"For real. You always staring at him out of nowhere–," Taco chuckled.

"You a fruity ass nigga too!" Rocky laughed, joining in.

"Makes sense—,"

Tyler pushed Rocky, he caught him by surprise.

"I ain't fucking gay." Tyler got up, throwing the wrapper at them. He began to walk out, annoyed and angry.

Just as Tyler made his way across the the café, Rocky got up from the table.

"You a fucking fag huh?!"

The cafeteria got silent. Tyler stopped in his tracks. It was always Rocky trying to get in the last word. T couldn't let his one go. He was fuming.

He turned around, walking towards him angrily.

"You mad now?" Rocky spat.

Tyler threw a hard punch, landing him on the cold floor.

The whole cafeteria gasped, and Tyler kneeled down, now face to face with Rocky.

"I told you not to call me that. Fuck you."

Tyler got up, adjusting his backpack as he began to walk out, all eyes were on him. As he went through the exit, Wyatt watched him, and Tyler could feel it.

He walked out, and made his way towards the bathroom. This one was his favorite. It was always empty and no one really knew about it because of how far it was compared to the others. He walked in, breathing heavily.

Tyler examined himself in the mirror, placing his hands on the sides of the sink, gripping it hard.

Rocky's words ran through his head again and again. He hadn't thought about his sexuality like that. He liked who he liked and that was it. But could he?

Be gay?

The more he thought about it, the more tense he became. He didn't want to be. He kicked the stall, letting it out.

Just then, a familiar face walked in.

"You okay?"

Wyatt.

Tyler sighed, looking at Wyatt through the mirror.

"I thought you'd be in here. Your friends are looking for you—,"

"What do you want?" Tyler said coldly. He continued holding on to the sides of the sink.

"I just wanted to check up on you."

"I'm good." Tyler looked down. He still wouldn't face Wyatt.

"I'll go then," Wyatt began to turn around, when he stopped in his tracks. He held on the door handle, breathing in.

"I broke up with Amanda."

Tyler looked up, his grip on the sink softened. He turned around.

"What?"

"I broke up with her this morning."

"Then why were you still talking to her in the cafeteria?"

"I was giving her back some stuff she left at my house. That was it."

Tyler looked down, clenching his jaw.

"What did you tell her?"

Wyatt put his hands in his pocket.

"That I lost feelings for her. She said she was glad I let her know,"

Tyler looked down in thought. He didn't say anything as he still processed it.

"So, it's over. If it makes you feel any better." Wyatt walked out.