Best Interest: Tyler, The Creator & Wyatt

20. Set Up

A day passed and Wyatt made his way to class.

He walked towards his seat, a student talking to Tyler in a somewhat flirtatious way.

There was a few other students waiting for class to start, but they were too busy on their phones without a care about what was going on. Wyatt heard the interaction unfold.

"...I just don't understand how your movies are so good. I'd love to pick at your brain."

"That's why you're in the class," Tyler smiled.

"But it's more than that.."

"Claire, you should get to class. I'll see you in Friday's lecture."

Tyler looked back at the mac on his desk. She leaned over a little.

"So can I come in for the tutoring you promised? Thursday afternoon?"

Wyatt watched Tyler's eyes trace her body from his seat. She bit her lip as she waited for a response. Tyler sighed.

"I don't know..."

She placed a hand on his arm.

"But I really need all the help I can get. Especially since I missed the first week of
class—,"

"You're not gonna stop are you?"

She giggled.

He looked at her momentarily.

"Come in before class on Friday. Don't be late."

She nodded excitedly, a smile on her face.

Wyatt could feel a rage inside that he couldn't control—he kept it hidden.

He bit his lip as he grabbed his stuff, deciding to make his way out.

"Navarro." Tyler called.

"I have to be somewhere."

"Class just started."

Tyler walked over to where he was by the door. He whispered something lowly so that only Wyatt could hear

"Wait, I'll meet you outside in a bit."

Wyatt nodded.

He sat on one of the empty benches outside the class, his knee bouncing up and down. It wasn't unusual that he was nervous whenever he was one on one with Tyler. He was still angry, but Wyatt was good at hiding virtually any emotion; he had the same face on most of the time.

Tyler walked out ten minutes later. He sat next to him.

"Where are you going?"

Wyatt kicked the rocks under his feet. He didn't even look at him.

"I just felt sick."

Tyler could sense it wasn't that.

"You don't wanna be in my class anymore."

Wyatt looked up.

Tyler continued.

"Fuck. I knew this shit was a mistake. I didnt want you to get distracted in the first place..." T  looked away. "I'll talk to the school in letting you take Alvarez instead. I need you to concentrate—,"

"I'm not leaving your class."

"Then what is it?"

Wyatt sighed.

"I just...I like being around you all the time." He fidgeted with his fingers. "I need to be around you. I don't know why."

"Wyatt, you know it's nothing serious. I'm engaged."