“Dead ass. I’m going to send you my location, come through and fuck with ya boy.”
“Ok, but the first time someone asks for a picture, I’m leaving.”
“You coming?” Logic arched his eyebrow. He didn’t think she was going to agree so quickly, but the walls were starting to close in on her and she needed to get out of the house.
“Yea.”
“Aight, I’m about to share my location with you. Call me when you outside and I’ll come get you.”
“Ok,” she replied before hanging up the phone.
“Who was that?” Al skeptically looked upside his head as he stepped to the mic.
“My future wife.” Logic grinned. “Run the beat back.”
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Across town, Tyler found herself pacing the living room floor again. This time instead of feeling sick, she was nervous. She had no business agreeing to meet with another man when her life was in shambles, but she needed to get out of the house. Logic seemed like cool people, but apparently her people judging skills were off. Glancing at the coffee table, Tyler stared at the balled-up napkin.
“I’m not an addict,” she stated to herself. “I can take two and be good. Shit, I need something to calm my nerves.”
Picking up the napkin, Tyler sorted through the array of pills. Going for the Xanax, she popped it into her mouth without hesitation. The bitter taste made her frown, but it felt familiar. As soon as she reached for another one, there was a knock at the front door. Tyler balled the napkin up and stuffed it in her bra. Jogging to the door, she pulled it open and smiled when her eyes landed on Aria.
“Where that dusty ass nigga at?” She pushed her way into the house with a tight grip on her baseball bat. “I’m about to fuck his greasy ass up.”
“Who?” Tyler furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “Dex?”
“Yea, Shane called me and said he was over here breaking shit.”
“Oh,” she lightly chuckled. “He was here but left after I slammed his arm in the door.”
“What the fuck did that scrub want?” Aria asked, peering around the open space to make sure everything was in place. When nothing seemed off, she dropped her bat and took a seat on the couch.
“Some bullshit about me helping him and coming home. He said he’ll drop the charges.”
“Ha!” she laughed. “He got us all fucked up.”
“That’s what I said.” Tyler rolled her eyes, flopping on the couch next to Aria.
“Did he try to give you anything?”
“No.” The lie easily rolled off her tongue.
“Oh ok, cause Shane was worried he’d try to give you something. Dexter is a snake and I don’t trust him.”
“Uh, no, he didn’t give me anything.” Tyler stood up, wiping her sweaty hands on her shorts. “But ummm, I did talk to Logic.”
“Oh really?” Aria cheesed. “See, this the type of tea I need. What his thug ass talking about?”
“He asked me to pull up on him.”
“Oh shit.”
“And I said ok. He sent me his location and everything.”
“OH SHIT!” Aria jumped up off the couch. “Why you ain’t start with that!”
Tyler giggled at her excitement. “Girl, calm down.”
