Best Interest: Tyler, The Creator & Wyatt

3. Sharpie

"That was so unexpected." Syd followed Wyatt out of the class. There was still a bunch of students trying to stay and talk with Tyler after class.

"It better not be a hard class." Wyatt adjusted his backpack.

"Doubt it. You have class or are you leaving?"

"Nah, just this today."

Just then, a girl came up to side hug Syd.

"I heard about Tyler? Holy fuck? The whole school is talking about him teaching here." The girl was wide eyed.

"It was crazy—this is Wyatt, he's in it too."

The girl shook Wyatt's hand.

"I'm Mina,"

"Wyatt."

"So are you taking me out to eat or what?" Mina bit her lip as she eyed Syd. They were definitely a couple.

"You wanna come with?" Syd asked Wyatt.

"I can't. I have work. But it was cool meeting you guys."

Wyatt said his goodbyes as he made his way out of the building, his phone vibrating uncontrollably. Fuck, it was only his second week at his new job at the coffee shop across the street and he's already been unbelievably late for the last couple of days.

"Fuck, sorry I'm late. Martha here yet?"

"Nah, you lucky as fuck I covered for you. She's mad stingy right now though," Frank shook his head. He moved out of the way as he took another order. It was hectic.

Frank and Wyatt instantly clicked on Wyatt's first day. Although Frank was a few years older, they had already become close. Close enough that him, Wyatt, and Steve would regularly hang out on their off days.

"Look who's ten minutes late from their five minute break." Frank rolled his eyes as Crystal walked in. She hurriedly put on her badge and apron before the shift manager Martha walked in.

"Can you ever like, mind your business?" She snarled.

Crystal had also gotten close with them, and unlike Frank, she attended class at the LA Film School too.

She moved past Wyatt as she finished up some drinks and shouted people's names.

"How was class? Dude everyone's talking about that director showing up—,"

"What director?" Frank interrupted as he gave change back to the lady.

"Tyler." Wyatt added whipped cream to a frap.

"You're in it?!" Crystal asked, giving her full attention to him.

Wyatt nodded grinning.

"He's cool, kinda intimidating–,"

"Fuck, I'd kill to be in that class."

"You're not even into directing," Wyatt chuckled.

"So? Without us there wouldn't even be a movie." Crystal smiled.

She was an aspiring actress, studying drama and theater at the film school. She was good at it too, but so far she's only been in a few commercials.

They talked amongst themselves before Wyatt switched with Frank behind the register.

"Can I get your o—,"

Wyatt looked up from the screen as he realized who he was talking to.

"Medium latte with three pumps of vanilla."

"Can I get a name?"

"You know who I am," he grinned.

Wyatt stared a little before Frank nudged him.

"R-Right, yeah, Mr. Okonma."

"Tyler."

Wyatt nodded, crossing out the name in sharpie on the cup.

He watched as Tyler walked himself to the back corner, answering a call.

"Hello? I'm in a rush," an annoyed lady moved her hand back and forth in front of Wyatt.

"Maybe go make his drink and I'll take over." Crystal chuckled as she noticed Wyatt's intrigued glances over at the director.

Wyatt quickly prepared it, making it as perfect as he possibly could.

"Tyler?" He called, watching his eyes shoot up at his name.

Wyatt adjusted his curls as he moved back to making more drinks. Tyler continued on the call, not bothering to make any eye contact. He took his coffee and left.