“And it’s ten something. I got you.”
“Ok.” Tyler turned to give Aria a hug. “Text me when you make it home.”
“Will do.”
“Aye, can you drop me off?” Al asked, jogging behind Aria.
“No.” She frowned.
“Damn, I thought because they were kicking it, we might as well...you know.”
“No, nigga. I don’t know and I can’t drop you off.” Aria flicked her wrist, switching over to her car. Retrieving the ticket from the windshield, she stuffed it back in her purse for safekeeping.
“I should have told them to strip your shit,” Al called after her.
“Strip these nuts!” Aria gave him the middle finger.
“And that’s your best friend?” Al asked, turning to Tyler.
“Is.”
“Ty girl, it was so nice seeing you again.” Pearl yawned. “I’m about to carry my ass home.”
“It was nice seeing you too, Pearl. Bye Duce.”
“Later, sweetheart.” Duce winked.
“Duce,” Pearl snapped. “Get yo winking ass in the car before I give yo ass a permanent eye twitch.”
Snickering, Tyler watched the couple bicker all the way to their car. All day they had been going back and forth, and Tyler thought it was the funniest thing ever. Whenever Logic did something for her, Pearl looked at Duce and rolled her eyes. When she tried to hide behind him during the paintball war,Duce pushed her to save himself. If it weren’t for Sage, Pearl would have bruises all over her body.
“I guess I’mma get the fuck outta here too since yall trying to act all sleepy and shit,” Al snorted. “I know how to read the room.”
“Yet you’re still talking,” Tyler teased.
“I’m saying, you don’t have any more friends...nice ones?”
“Nope.”
“Man, that’s fucked up. Pretty girls don’t never have no friends, but ugly bitches got a gang of roughneck looking chicks.”
“Bye.” Logic slid his arm around Tyler. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“I’ll call you tomorrow,” Al mocked. “Whatever nigga. I got hoes too,” he mumbled, walking away. “Hey Siri, call Brandy hoe ass.”
“Sorry, there is no Brandy hoe ass in your contacts,” Siri replied.
“Bitch you know what I mean,” Al cursed, hopping in his car.
“How do you deal with him?”
“Shit, I don’t know. That nigga been like that since I met him.” Logic shrugged. “Yo, Sage, it’s time to come in.”
“I’m sixteen, bro. Don’t that mean I get another hour?”
“Nigga, no. Get the fuck in the house.”
“It’s cool,” Joey chuckled. “Thanks for taking me with yall.”
