Fuck that loser,Logic texted back.I’m trying to see what’s up with you.
Come pull up on me,he followed up.
“Oh ok, so your phone does work,” Scottie sassed, waltzing into the kitchen. “I been calling you.” She stepped in front of Logic, planting herself between his legs.
“I been busy.” Logic slipped his phone in his pocket. “What you doing around here?”
It had only been a week since he dropped her off at home and told her he needed some space. Not only were the twins happy, but the house was so much more peaceful. Logic hated to admit it, but Scottie did throw them off balance. If she wasn’t going back and forth with his sisters, she was all in his face, posting him on her stories and arguing with every woman who hopped in his DM.
“Pearl posted a video on Insta and I saw you in the background,” she answered, stepping closer to him. “Do you think we could go somewhere to talk?”
“Nah, not right now. You look good though.” Logic admired her sleeveless chiffon shirt, all white booty shorts, and YSL heels. Her jet-black hair was pushed behind her shoulders, showing off her soft glam and neatly laid baby hair. “You a lil overdressed for a house party.”
“Come on now, you know I'm never half-stepping,” Scottie boasted, running her fingers through her hair. “Plus, I was hoping we could slide off. Can we go somewhere to talk?”
“Nah.” Logic shook his head, lifting the red cup to his lips. “I’m chilling shorty, I’m not trying to talk.”
“Well then listen.” She tugged on the bottom of his shirt, clearly not comprehending that he wasn’t in the mood. “I’m sorry about how I’ve been acting. I’ll make it up to your sisters, and then if you let me, I’ll make it up to you.”
“We straight, Scottie. It was time for you to go home anyway. This relationship shit didn’t work for us the first time around, so I already knew the deal.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” Scottie snaked her neck, causing a few people to glance in their direction.
“It means you don’t fucking listen. I just told you I didn’t want to talk about this shit and you still pressing the issue. If you not about to drink and have a good time, then go the fuck home,” Logic growled in her ear.
“Whatever, you don’t have to be an asshole,” Scottie snapped before storming away.
“You don’t have to be an asshole,” Al mocked.
“I’m damned if I do, damned if I don’t.” Logic shrugged.
“You ready to rap or are you still working out your relationship shit?” Duce mocked. “These niggas playing on the mic, or are you nervous?”
“Fuck you.” Logic gave him the middle finger before retrieving his phone. The two awaiting text messages brought a subtle grin to his face.
734-680-9062
Pull up where?
734-680-9062
I’m not really trying to be in public right now.
Instead of texting her back, Logic called, and to his surprise, she picked up on the first ring.
“Don’t take all day to text me back and then call,” Tyler fussed.
“Girl, chill. It was like five minutes,” he reasoned. “But what’s up, you popping out?”
“No, didn’t I just say don’t want to be in public?”
“Or you don’t want to be seen with me? You scared it’s going to get back to your lame ass nigga?”
“Boy bye, it has nothing to do with him. I just don’t feel like dealing with cameras all in my face and that’s usually what happens when I step outside. Being home is the best place for me.”
“Nah,” Logic disagreed. “Being with me is the best place for you. My people cool, they won’t be all in your face.”
“Hm.”
