“Yep. Sometimes I be in a rush.” She smiled proudly. “Smart huh?”
“You're embarrassing,” Tyler snickered.
“Yall funny.” Logic turned his attention back to Tyler. “I’m shocked as fuck that you actually pulled up. I just knew yo superstar ass was about to give me a hard time.”
“Yea, you invited me...or was that a friendly invite because you felt bad? Nigga, are you sending me mixed messages? Oh shit, am I one of those girls who thinks you said one thing and you meant another?” she rambled.
“Do you always just rant without letting the other person answer?”
“Sometimes,” Tyler giggled.
“Can I get a drink while yall over there flirting?” Aria said from the other side of the car.
“Right,” Tyler agreed. “You got me out here in the hood with coochie cutters on, can I at least get a drink?”
“Can you drink with that on?” He pointed at her ankle monitor. “Oh shit, can you even be outside with that on?”
“Shut up.” Tyler hit him in the stomach. “Yes, I can drink, and yes, I can be outside. I just have to be back in the house by two.”
“Ok, jailbird, I’ll make sure you’re back by one o’clock, cool?”
“Cool.”
“Come on, let me introduce you to a couple of people.” Logic took her by the hand, while Aria followed closely behind.
Tyler was almost unrecognizable in her light makeup and baseball cap. Her black lipstick was bold, but she pulled it off, taking her dress down look to another level. Instead of her normal beat-a-nigga Birkin, she was rocking a Glamaholic fanny pack that matched her hat.
“You don’t think anyone will recognize me, do you?” Tyler paused, stopping him from walking.
“If they do, they won’t say shit. These my people,” Logic assured her. “You’re safe with me, baby girl.”
“Period!” Aria snapped her fingers, walking ahead of them like she knew where to go.
Still holding Logic’s hand, Tyler allowed him to lead her through the front yard. Being in Logic’s presence had her on a different high. He was so calm and down to earth, something she wasn’t used to. Logic didn’t have to be heard to be seen. His presence was enough. He spoke to a few people, dapped others, and gave a few women one armed hugs, never letting go of Tyler’s hand.
“Damn Lo, who this?” Someone called out as he stepped on the porch.
“Mine,” Logic tossed over his shoulder. “Focus on the dice game nigga, not her.”
“Seriously Lo?” Scottie blocked the doorway as he tried to enter the house. “You really showing your ass today.”
“Chill Scottie,” Logic warned her.
“Don’t tell me to chill like we weren’t just laid up all month.”
“Oop.” Tyler covered her mouth. “I know that’s right, girl. Stake yo claim, sis.”
“Aht aht, Thugger, not you being messy.” Aria twisted her lips. “You ready, friend?”
“Yes, I have enough drama in my life.”
“Nah.” Logic placed his hand on Tyler’s stomach. “You straight.”
“She straight?” Scottie snapped. “Nigga, you got me fucked up! Who the fuck is this gothic looking bitch?”
“She called you gothic,” Aria giggled. “Thugger, get your girl. My friend can’t swing, but I promise I’ll knock this bitch right up out them last season YSLs.”
“Do it.” Scottie lurched forward, but Logic grabbed her arm.
