Best Interest: Tyler, The Creator & Wyatt

16. Nudes

A Week Later

Tyler and Wyatt have kept their distance. Neither knew how to approach each other after the encounter.
Tyler knew it was best if they just kept it professional.

It was the day of their class critiques for photography.

Wyatt volunteered first, knowing he'd get it over quicker. He hadn't showed anyone the pictures; let alone told anyone that him and Alexa had had the experience together again.

He walked up to the board, setting the three prints up as everyone got out of their seats and looked at them up front as instructed by Tyler.

Alexa walked in late, making her way over to the front after setting her stuff down. She hadn't talked to Wyatt after those pictures were taken, either. There wasn't any need to.

Syd's eyes widened as she realized who it was in them. Everyone snickered to themselves.

One print had Alexa applying lipstick in Wyatt's bedroom mirror, the second in her bra and in the third her breasts were exposed.

Wyatt stood back as he admired his shots.

Tyler came over, looking at them thoughtfully.

Alexa stood next to Wyatt. She seemed proud of them.

The class was free to ask questions.

"What's the story behind these?" Syd asked, smirking.

Wyatt looked over at Alexa.

"Um, we were hanging out at my place and just the way that the light was hitting her was perfect."

"We kinda got carried away," Alexa looked over at the one of her exposed. The class giggled.

Wyatt looked over at Tyler from the side, he sat slumped in his desk chair as he watched the class interaction unfold.

The class asked a few more questions about the lighting and different meanings behind them, Wyatt making up stuff on the spot.

"So since you guys are dating did it make the experience—,"

"We're not dating." Alexa stopped the guy in the front.

"Just close." Wyatt looked over at Tyler.

T bit on the cap of his pen, his legs wide open as he sat intimidatingly.

And a few more questions.

"What was the intent? was there like a need for her to be naked?" an older woman in the back asked.

Wyatt thought about it.

"It just happened naturally. I never told her to take it off, it was just in the moment."

"He never forced me. If anything I'm the one in charge," Alexa smirked up at Wyatt.

They answered a few more before Tyler stood up.

"Good, you can have a seat, Navarro."

Wyatt nodded, detaching his prints from the board. He handed them over to Tyler as the next person began to put theirs up.