Best Interest: Tyler, The Creator & Wyatt

12. The Party

"I can't believe you're making me go to this shit."

Wyatt crossed his arms in the passenger seat, Steve driving.

"You haven't done shit since Emily, you need to clear your head," Steve turned up the music.

It didn't help that he was being dragged by Steve to Crystal's party.

Once they got there, Wyatt adjusted his shirt, Steve laughing.

"Can you at least pretend to be in a good mood?"

Wyatt smiled at him jokingly as they made their way in.
It was loud. The speakers blasting music.
They made their way through people, getting to the kitchen where all the drinks were. Crystal and Syd already talking.

"Aw! you made it," Crystal hugged Wyatt.

"Who's this?" Steve smiled at Syd's girlfriend, unaware.

Syd took hold of Mina's waist.

"She's taken."

"Oh shit, y'all haven't met! this is Syd! she's in Wyatt's class," Crystal shouted at Steve over the loud music.

They talked for awhile before Wyatt's attention turned to the drinks in front of him.

"I thought you weren't gonna drink anymore," Frank trailed behind him.

"I'm gonna have to tonight," Wyatt sighed.

They took two shots of vodka, then filling up their solo cup with a mix of alcohol and some cheap fruit juice.

"Wyatt! this is Monica, she's in my theater class." Crystal came from behind both of them.

Wyatt shook her hand. She was a pretty, tall brunette.

Wyatt moved Crystal aside, whispering into her ear to make sure Monica didn't hear.

"She looks exactly like Emily."

"But she thought you were cute!"

Wyatt sighed, looking over at Monica.

"I'm really sorry she's making you do this." Wyatt replied.

"Oh she's not making me do—,"

She stopped talking as Wyatt moved past her.

He wasn't interested.

Instead he made his way towards the living room area where Steve, Syd, and Mina talked.

He sunk into the couch, taking sips as he watched everyone around him talk and have the fun that he wasn't having.

He took out his phone, eyeing Tyler's number.

Hey it's Wyatt. Just thought i'd let you know that I saved your number.

Wyatt looked at the text, shaking his head as he deleted it and retyped it instead.

Hey, it's Wyatt.

Fuck it. He hit send.

"Why the fuck are you on your phone?!" Crystal came around, already tipsy. She tried prying the phone out of his hands but he stuck it in his pocket.
"Monica really liked you, asshole." Crystal looked at him.

"I don't need that right now."

"I was just trying to help—,"

Suddenly, everyone looked at all the commotion at the door.

Alexa appeared.

"What the fuck is she doing here?" Wyatt asked Crystal angrily. She knew he couldn't stand her.