The Intern: Tyler, The Creator

32. Commotion

I hadn't spoken to Brent at all the entire weekend.

I knew he wouldn't answer me, I'd be pissed too.

Work was slow, I kept spacing out thinking about the party on Friday. Thankfully, everyone was drunk enough that night to not realize what had happened. If anything, I was embarrassed at everything that Tyler had witnessed.

That night, Tyler offered to drive me home but I declined. I got an uber and went home myself. I hadn't talked to him, either.

Tyler had meetings all day, which was good since I didn't have to talk to him much at all.

My OCD worsened when I was anxious, I found myself hyper focusing on shit just so I could try and forget that event.

"Hey girl..." Maribel walked past me. "Rough night Friday huh?" She smirked.

I raised a brow confused.

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, I saw you chasing Brent out that night. Is everything okay?" She said it so condescending. She always talked to me like I was stupid.

I sighed.

"It's really none of your business."

"I mean he kind of made it my business when he called me up on Saturday..."

I looked up at her with my full attention. She continued.

"...He dm'ed me on instagram and we hit it off. He said you guys weren't a thing so I went over to his to comfort him."

I stood up.

"He's not the type to pick up random girls."

"Really? because he seemed really into me all weekend." She smirked.

I was fuming inside.

"Brent doesn't know what he wants."

"He absolutely does. All he needed was a real woman. Not some girl that has no clue what she's doing."

Before I could respond, Tyler walked into the office.

"Maribel, can you reschedule that 11am for tomorrow to 12?" He walked past us.

"Of course," she smiled, smirking at me as she went back to her desk.

"Fuck you." I spat.

"Excuse me?" Maribel replied. This time, all eyes were on us.

"Fuck you! you've been disrespectful as fuck to me since I got here for no fucking reason. I don't need to be taking this shit—,"

Tyler came out of his office hearing all the commotion.

"What the fuck is going on?" He walked in front of me.

"I can't do this shit right now," I moved past him, grabbing my bag and phone from the desk next to him.

"You can't just fucking leave," he watched me walk past him.

"I don't give a fuck! I'm sick of having to deal with all her shit, your shit, everyone's shit! I'm done."

The office fell silent.

I walked out.

"Let her cool off," I heard Emily behind me.

I wanted to cry. I felt like everything that had been building up had taken it's toll. From having to keep everything bottled in, my feelings had spilled.

I got to the car and I fidgeted with my purse, trying to look for my fucking car keys—but they were no where to be found.

Fuck. Absolutely nothing was going right. I wasn't going back into that office. From the looks of it, I probably wasn't even allowed back.

I looked down at my phone, deciding it was best to call an uber.

"Need these?"

I turned, Tyler holding my keys in his hand in front of me. I was relieved.

"Thanks." I reached out to grab them, only for him to move them back behind him.

"You'll have them back when you tell me what happened up there."

I rolled my eyes lightly, crossing my arms.

"I really don't want to talk about it right now."

"Cuz Maribel said that you lashed out on her out of nowhere."

"Fuck no! She came up to me and told me that she saw what happened on Friday and basically spent the entire weekend with him. She was pressing me the entire fucking time!"

"See now that's a little more believable."

"Can I have my keys now."

"She got under your skin." He replied.

"She's a fucking psycho. I can't believe she actually somehow got with Brent." I looked away.

"Were y'all dating?"

I let out a scoff.

"We were. On and off in high school up till this year. It's just a lot of fucking history..."

"Shit. I didn't know it was like that." He handed me my keys.

"He should've known about what I was doing with you. I made it seem like I was only seeing him. It was fucked up the way he found out. I don't blame him." I fidgeted with the keys in my hand.

I looked up at him once I realized I was going in too deep. "I'm gonna go."

"Come over tonight so we can talk about your internship." He replied, putting his hands in his pockets.

I nodded, realizing I was probably fired.

Not that I was surprised.