Best Interest: Tyler, The Creator & Wyatt

14. Almost

Wyatt couldn't sleep all night thinking about what Tyler could've said.

"You—,"

It played in his head over and over. Fuck, if Imaan didn't walk in.

He made his way to class, opening the door. Tyler wasn't there yet.

He took a seat, there was a few other people inside already.

Syd had sent him a text.

im skipping today, lemme know what we do in class
-Syd

Wyatt sighed; soon the class filled up and Tyler made his way in.

He wore a suit; his accolades hung around his neck in an effort to show them off. Wyatt watched as he took off his coat, placing it on the desk's chair.

Alexa walked in, she made her way over and sat in Syd's seat. Wyatt sunk into his seat. Fuck, if it wasn't awkward enough. They had avoided each other since Crystal's party. Or at least he was trying to.

Tyler gave a short lecture about their next assignment—a photography project.

"I want you guys to show your understanding on what I've been talking about; light. I'm assuming everyone in here has taken photography. I need 3 prints by the end of the week, good?"

He gave a brief intro to the film they were going to watch, Tyler turning on the projector as the lights dimmed to a pitch black.

...

Wyatt could feel himself falling in and out of sleep; the movie couldn't of have been any more boring.

His eyes shot open as he felt the touch on his thigh.

"Alexa-,"

She smirked at him, watching his facial expressions soften the more her hand traveled up his leg. Wyatt didn't stop her.
He watched as her hand reached his growing bulge, stroking him as he bit his lip.

She grinned, moving her hand away as the movie ended—the lights turning on.

Tyler excused everyone after reminding them once again about their project.

Before Alexa could leave, Wyatt pulled her arm back.

"What the fuck?" He tried to hide his bulge with the backpack.

She walked past him, a smirk on her face.

He turned to look at Tyler, he was stuck talking to a student.

...

"So? did you talk to Alexa about the other night?" Crystal nudged his arm jokingly.

"Damn, are y'all ever gonna let that go? It isn't gonna happen again."

"Mhm. Let's see if y'all keep that promise."

"Whatever."

"By the way I'm skipping club. Since Syd isn't here I'm just gonna practice lines later. I'll see you at work?"

Wyatt nodded.

"...and lemme know what happens with Alexa."

Wyatt rolled his eyes. She began to walk the opposite direction.

...

"...Even if you're not ready, y'all are gonna be presenting your lines today."

Alexa turned to Wyatt.

"Fuck, I told you we should've fucking practiced."

Wyatt sighed. He could feel a headache coming on.

They watched as one by one, each partner made their way up.

Tyler gave them pointers, sometimes intervening to tell them how to do what.

The club lasted a good forty-five minutes before Tyler cut it off short, Alexa and Wyatt sighing in relief.

"Next club we'll finish with everyone else."

Alexa got up, turning to him.

"We're fucking practicing our lines tomorrow."

She moved out the way, leaving.

He didn't even reply; he was too busy watching Tyler pack everything up.

Wyatt adjusted his backpack as the last person left the auditorium. He walked towards him. He could feel himself tense up.

Tyler's back was to him.

"Yesterday before I left and Imaan walked in. You didn't get to answer my question."

"What was it again?"

T zipped up his bag.

"Why'd you give me your number?"

Tyler turned around, a gentle laugh escaping his lips.

"Wyatt..."

"I just wanna know."

"You just drew me in, I guess. Why do you care so much?" Tyler put on his coat.

It obviously didn't mean as much to him.

"How many other students are you as close with?"

"Just you."

"So why only me?"

Tyler sighed.

"We just clicked. You're more than a student. You feel like a friend."

T's voice was gentle, yet strict.

Wyatt chewed his lip, he was eager to do something he'd never done before. It was eating him up. Again, his eyes trailed T's lips. There was still some distance between them.

Tyler could tell. He noticed everything; he was aware, too. He smiled.

"You're figuring out what you like." T broke the silence.

Wyatt looked up from his lips.

"You wanna kiss me."

"I—no, what?"

Wyatt was taken aback.

Tyler grinned. He shook his head as he picked up his bag.

"I'll see you next class, Navarro."