“So, you was about to just go back to the hood without us? Let me find out you liked being kidnapped.”
“Shut up, fool.”
“Well, the kids with my mama for the night, so I’m coming with you. Wait, is it like a you and him thing, or is his loudmouth friend third wheeling?”
“He didn’t say. He just said his people.”
“Well shit, let me get my bag out the car. We haven’t been to a kick back since you used to sneak out the house with Bobbi’s triflin’ ass.”
“Right,” Tyler chuckled.
“That bitch was dead ass wrong. She used to have us drunk as fuck with her grown ass friends.” Aria shook her head.
“Fuck her.”
“And that’s on period. You wanna smoke?”
“No,” Tyler declined, thinking about the pills in her bra. “I’ll take a shot or something before we leave.”
“Ok, well I’mma hop in the shower and smoke. Turn some music on. I miss this version of us.” Aria bounced out of the house.
Tyler used the Alexa in the living room to start the music before jogging back to the guest room she was sleeping in. Removing the balled-up napkin from her bra, Tyler quickly sorted through the pills while listening out for Aria. When she found the one she was looking for, she put the rest in her draw and popped the pill into her mouth. The Xanax would mellow her out, but the Perc would give her a nice buzz. As she swallowed, Tyler caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Stopping, she wondered if she looked like her mother when she used to deny having a drinking problem or her father when he tried to ignore it.
“My bitches shaking ass with they hand out,” Aria rapped with JT as she entered the room.
“Life still lifin’ and these hoes still mad,” Tyler rapped, feeling the contents of the pills invade her bloodstream. She silently promised herself that this was the last time.
???
Scottie was disgusted and wished she could shake some sense into Logic’s ass. It was Saturday night, and they could’ve easily got a section downtown, but Logic wanted to be in someone’s house, rapping in a kitchen that reeked of old chicken grease. He had a little motion, now and with Southwest Rah's name attached to his, they could’ve been on some exclusive shit. Logic could’ve had her sitting in VIP with a bottle in her hand, stunting on the whole hood, but that wasn’t the case. Instead, she stood in the middle of the living room with her purse on her arm, a drink in her hand, and her nose tooted in the air. She looked out of place, and it was obvious that she was uncomfortable, but nobody paid any attention to her. Logic was still in the kitchen rapping and talking shit. He hadn’t bothered to check on her, and Scottie was about ready to leave. She had niggas blowing her phone up, but the one she wanted treated her like any other basic bitch.
“Girl, I know your arm tired of holding that purse up. You can lock it in our room if you want,” Pearl offered.
“I’m good.” Scottie clutched her purse a little tighter as if Pearl was going to snatch it off her arm.
“It’s cute, so I get it.” She stared at the YSL purse. “I have one too, mine just a lil bigger.”
“Oh, this is real, but I’m not knocking you,” Scottie shaded. “Get it how you live.”
Pearl started to check her ass but decided not to. Scottie wanted to believe she was better than everyone, but she was the same washed-up bitch from around the way. She was a stuck-up bitch then; she was a stuck-up bitch now. Pearl couldn’t wait until Logic dropped her ass. He was a good guy, and he could do better than Scottie wanna be bougie ass.
“Yea, ok. You enjoy yourself.” Pearl rolled her eyes.
“Basic ass bitch,” Scottie mumbled, turning around to see where Logic was. He was no longer standing in the kitchen, and she didn’t see him in the living room, so she guessed he had ventured outside. Heading to the front door, Scottie rudely pushed her way through the thick crowd.
“Lo,” she called out, seeing him walking toward the street. “Are you leaving?”
“Nah,” Logic answered, but kept walking.
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“Oh hell no, pull off,” Tyler demanded the second they pulled onto the packed block.
“Did he tell you it was going to be a block party?” Aria asked, slowly driving through the crowd of people who were staring at the car, trying to figure out who was behind the tinted windows.
“No, and I should slap his ass. I told him I didn’t want to be in public.”
“Well, you don’t look like the glammed up you, so I think you’ll be ok.”
