The Intern: Tyler, The Creator

30. Notice Me

Next Day; Saturday

Going over to Tyler's probably wasn't
the best decision, considering what I saw yesterday in the parking lot.

But fuck, I just wanted to feel him.

I stepped out the car, knocking before hearing a "come in!" from inside the house.

I opened it slowly, Tyler no where to be found. I walked over, setting my stuff near the door.

There was music playing in the backyard; the patio door slightly opened.

I walked over, peeking through the glass.

Tyler walked over unexpectedly kissing
my lips before turning his attention to the two wine glasses behind him.

He handed me one.

We didn't say anything; he took a sip before running his finger down my lips, kissing them again.

He was already tipsy.

I knew it wasn't real, that I was only here as his side and nothing else. But reality hurt more when I remembered he probably did this with Maribel too.

I got into it, letting his hands wander under my hoodie, pulling it off.

"You wanna fuck in the jacuzzi?" he smiled, pulling away.

"It's cold as fuck out here—,"

I watched as he made his way into the already bubbling jacuzzi.

I didn't even have a choice.

"Come on. It's warm."

I smirked, taking another sip before undressing in front of him.

I watched him place his boxers beside the jacuzzi, realizing he was fully naked now. We weren't visible with all the bubbles, though.

I kept my bra and underwear on, making my way in.

I noticed the change in temperature, and Tyler saw it in my face.

"Feels good?" He asked.

I nodded, he pulled my waist into him.

There was no space between us. We kissed again.

He pulled my bra off, and I slid off my underwear underneath.

For the first time, I was disinterested.

My mind wandered off as he kissed my neck, his tongue tracing my chest before coming up and kissing me again. I didn't even make an effort to kiss him back.

He was inside me; I held onto the concrete wall behind him as he did whatever he wanted to me.

I felt like a blow up doll. He changed positions, did whatever felt good.

It wasn't until he kissed me again that he pulled out.

"What is it?" He stopped.

"Nothing."

"It's something. You not kissing back."

"Just finish," I grabbed him underneath me, but he pulled away.

"Forreal?"

"Isn't that what I'm here for? just fuck me."

"You don't even wanna fuck, Nia."

I rolled my eyes, getting out and grabbing the towel that was set on the chair.

"I'm not feeling good. I shouldn't of come." I put on my bottoms.

"You really gon' leave like that?"

"I just...I should go home."

"What did I do?"

I sighed, putting the hoodie over me.

"I saw you and Maribel on Friday."

He got out, grabbing the towel.

"What's the issue?"

"I was just stating that I saw you."

"What do you want me to say?"

"I just wish you would've told me so that I know you're fucking her too. I mean, fuck! How many girls are you fucking?" anger in my voice.

"As many as I want." He said it so nonchalant, it bothered me.

"Wow." I walked back inside.

He followed behind me.

"You're the one that wanted to fuck me the first time."

"And you didn't want to?" I retaliated.

He stayed silent.

"I'm so fucked for doing this. You know if I was Bella I—,"

"We're in an open relationship."

I stopped to look at him, my eyes wide.

"What?"

"She gets to fuck whoever she wants. I get
to fuck whoever I want. You think I'd cheat on someone if I really fucking loved them?"

"Why didn't you say anything? everyone thinks you're cheating."

"You think that. Close ones know. For the past two years. It's been working out. We don't catch any feelings for anyone else and it's just sex at the end of the day. That's it."

"Does every other girl you fuck with know?"

He shook his head no.

"They don't give a fuck. They're just sex to me."

I began to walk to the door.

"Nia."

"I'm just sex."

"What?"

"That's all I am? sex?"

"Fuck. See this is why I don't wanna fuck on girls yo' age. Y'all aren't mature yet. You still sensitive as fuck."

I didn't want to cry.

I couldn't believe he was being so insensitive with his words. It stung.

"Fuck you."

"Nia we're fucking. Me and you. That's all it ever was. You acting like I cheated on you."

"Cuz it feels that way!"

He was silent, noticing the cracks in my voice.

"You can't be catching feelings." He spoke lightly. "If you are we gotta stop this shit now."

"Oh don't fucking flatter yourself. I'm not." I didn't want him to see my teary eyes.

"Then why are you so pissed?"

"I have to go."

I left hastily, not wanting to let him see me this way.