“Yea, go to the pool, I’m right behind you,” Logic answered while pleading with Tyler to calm down. She was still wrapped in his arms, hanging onto the hem of his shirt.
“Ok.” Spice skeptically backed away from the door.
Seconds later, Logic heard the front door close. He glanced down at the top of Tyler’s head and sighed. He could tell from the way her body shook that she was still crying, so he held her a little tighter. Logic felt himself rubbing her back, soothing her, letting her know that everything was going to be alright.
“Let me go,” Tyler mumbled into his chest, completely embarrassed.
“I’m going to let you go, but you better keep your hands to yourself,” Logic warned, slowly releasing her.
Practically running across the room, he watched Tyler gather all of her belongings and stuff them back into the bag. Logic felt conflicted. He didn’t know if he could handle the demons she was battling, and he didn’t know if he wanted to. His plate was already full, yet that didn’t stop him from sticking his hand out to grab her wrist when she walked by.
“Wait.”
“Let me go,” Tyler gritted, snatching away from him. This was not how she thought the day would go. Tyler was hoping Logic could take her mind off everything going on around her, not sit her in front of a mirror and expose secrets she wasn’t quite ready to handle.
"If I don’t, you gone hit me?” Logic asked, still holding onto her.
“I might.” Tyler arched her eyebrow.
“Next time you hit me, I’m going to pop your ass back.”
“Logic, let me go.” She tried to walk around him. “I can Uber back to the city.”
“Nah, go change into your swimsuit.”
“Nigga, I'm not about to stay here with you after you just called me a fucking crackhead.” Tyler stared bewilderedly at him. “Why the fuck you wanna hang with an addict?”
“The fuck you want me to call you when I find you in here popping beans and shit?” he said, rattling his hand, reminding her that what she wanted was in the palm of his hand. “Ain’t that what addicts do?”
“You’re right and you don’t have to deal with it. Let me go and you’ll never have to see me again. I mean unless you want a song or something. Is that why you’re being nice? You wanna fuck me so I can do a song with you. You’re trying to use me to jump start your career? Let me know, it’s not like it’ll be the first time.”
“Check this out.” Logic massaged the side of his neck, slowly losing his patience. “I don’t need shit from you, baby girl, and I’ll never ask you for shit. I’m not that other nigga in no shape or form.”
“Yea, yea.” Tyler wiped her tears. “That’s what they all say.”
“Are you that fucked up inside that you can’t tell a nigga who’s genuinely interested in you?”
“Fucked up doesn’t even scratch the surface. I’ve been declared mentally unbalanced by several doctors.”
“Look, I know you’re going through some shit with your label, but I get the feeling that this shit might be deeper than that. This isn’t the time or the place to air out your dirty laundry and I wouldn’t ask you to.”
“Good, because I wasn’t going to tell you shit anyway.” Tyler rolled her neck.
“You don’t have to right now, but you will later.”
“Why would I do that?”
“Because I fucking like you man, damn,” Logic bellowed. “I don’t know why, because you’re wild, you like to fight, and you’re always in some bullshit.”
“Then let me go.” Tyler swiped the tears from her eyes. “You don’t have to deal with me.”
“But I want to.” Logic slid the bag off her shoulder. “Change into your swimsuit, chill with me, and we’ll deal with this shit later.”
Tucking her lip into her mouth, Tyler cast her eyes to the ground. Her emotions were all over the place, and she didn’t know how to feel. On one hand, she was pissed that he caught her in such a vulnerable position, and on the other hand, she wanted to stay with him because she believed him.
“I got you,” Logic promised, slowly pulling her away from the door. “Just don’t take shit, aight.”
“I don’t have anything to take,” Tyler mumbled. “You have them all.”
