The Intern: Tyler, The Creator

8. Excitement

Brent still hadn't answered my fucking texts.

where the fuck are you?
-me, 3:45 pm

it's fr taking that long? answer the phone
-me, 4:15 pm

I sighed, realizing I probably was gonna have to take the fucking bus.

Every time Brent asked for a favor, he never fucking committed to his promises. I knew that.

But some part of me continued to let him do it.

There was still some people left in the office, but Emily and some of the assistants had left already.

Tyler's door was still closed; he hadn't left yet.

i'm off in 5 brent. fuck you.
-me, 4:25 pm

I had completed all the tasks I had for the day.

I grabbed my stuff as I clocked out and made my way down the elevator. I called him again, but to no avail.

Once down, I scanned around to see if by some miracle he had just lost his phone had left my car intact somewhere.

Nope.

I leaned by the entrance of the building, watching the bus stop a few feet away for when it came. Didn't have a choice.

I looked down at my phone, 5:01 pm.

It was weird, Tyler still hadn't left the office. I was sure of it; I would've seen him walk out and pass me to the employee parking valet. He was usually one of the first to leave.

A few more minutes passed, and Brent was nowhere to be found. Neither was the fucking bus.

I tried blowing up Brent's phone again, typing up a bunch of shit.

"You waiting on someone?"

I looked up, the familiar voice leaving me stunned.

"Oh–yeah, the bus..." I signaled at it.

"Didn't you park at the lot this morning?"

I was more in awe at the fact that he would even notice and remember a small detail like that.

"Um...yeah, I let a friend borrow it and..." I looked down, unsure of what excuse to think of next.

"You want a ride?" Tyler asked slyly.

I thought about it, gently nodding.

He began walking, I quickly picked up my bag from the ground and trailed behind him.

This was literally the most embarrassing thing that could happen today.

I watched as he gave the valet guy a look, he quickly grabbed the keys and ran to the lot. Tyler answered a phone call.

I stood by him.

Only the main executives had access to valet; I had to walk a bit past to get to the garage in front of the valet.

His car pulled up, a white Rolls Royce. I wouldn't of expected anything less. Then again, all the cars in the valet were all luxurious.

I got into the passenger seat as T continued on on the call.

"Nah, Emily took care of it today. Just confirm it tomorrow before the meeting."

He ended the call and began to drive out.

"Left or right?" he asked.

"Left."

"Just tell me where to turn."

I nodded. He turned up some music—jazz, which suited him.

"You're always so busy." I replied quietly, trying to make it less awkward.

"We don't have to do small talk." He turned to look over at me slightly. "Unless you want to."

"I was just...observing." I fidgeted with my fingers.

There was silence before he spoke again.

"How you feel at the office?"

Could be a trick question.

"Not a trick question. Answer honestly."

Fuck, was he a mind reader too?

"It's good. I haven't been there that long."

He nodded lightly.

"Thought you would've answered different."

I lifted my brow, confused.

"...being the only black people there. You don't ever fit in. So don't expect to." He replied.

I was taken aback. I looked down at my fingers.

"Which turn?"

I looked up.

"Right turn, then just straight down."

It got silent again.

"Is that why you're so...closed off?" I asked him cautiously. "Compared to everyone else at the office."

He chuckled.

"You think I'm stand off-ish?"

I laughed lightly. "You're not too friendly."

"I like it that way." He smirked.

I smiled to myself as I looked out of the window next to me. We were finally pulling up to my house.

"Here is fine."

He stopped by the curb. Dad didn't get home till after eight, which was usually the case.

"Thank you." I got out of the car.

"By the way, no visitors at the office. Appointment only." He alluded to Brent this morning.

I smiled, nodding.

I made my way to the doorstep, and when I opened the door, I heard him drive off.

He waited until I got in safely.

...

"Nah fuck you!" I took the keys from Brent's hand.

It was 8 pm. He was just now knocking on my door. I couldn't even accept his apology.

"Nia I told you I lost track of time."

He followed behind me up the stairs.

"How the fuck do you lose track of time?"

"It's dark in the studio the whole time! I was high...I'm sorry."

I rolled my eyes.

"I told you at 4. My boss had to fucking drive me home. You know how embarrassing that is?" I turned to look at him as I put my locs into a bun.

"I know, I know. I swear I'm sorry," he shut the door behind him.

I stopped to look at him.

"You never keep your promises."

He walked closer, grabbing my waist.

"Get out—,"

He slid his hand into my pajamas, his fingers massaging over my underwear. I shut my eyes, biting my lip. It felt too good to stop.

His lips got closer to my ear. I could smell the weed on his shirt.

"Lemme thank you."

I fell back into the bed, Brent pulling down my pajama bottoms as he made his way down.

I stopped him before he could.

"Brent, just leave."

"I don't want to."