“Mannn, yall funny as fuck. Why you playing on my phone?”
“Because Aria came over here with orange juice and champagne. We were supposed to be drinking mimosas, but she forgot to pour the orange juice. I might be a lil tipsy.”
“Tell her don’t be over there feeding you that bullshit this early.”
“Are you going to come feed me?” Tyler flirted.
“What do you want to eat, big baby?” Logic grinned.
“Nothing, I’m just talking shit. I actually needed a drink, I had a long night,” she sighed. Between nightmares and deep thoughts, Tyler woke up with bags under her eyes. She felt like a zombie, but after a hot shower and a couple of glasses of wine, she was back to normal.
“Why you ain’t call me?”
“I’m calling you now.”
“After the fact,” Logic scolded her. “I told you to call me when you needed me.”
Unable to stomach the disrespect anymore, Scottie cleared her throat. “Lo,” she snapped, reminding him that she was standing there. “Are we going to finish talking or are you going to keep giggling on the phone with some bitch like I'm not standing here?”
“Who is that?” Tyler frowned, cutting the music down to catch the woman’s voice.
“Scottie,” he answered, rubbing the back of his head.
“Who?” She furrowed her eyebrows as if she didn’t know who he was talking about.
“Thrash mouth.”
“Ohhhh.” Tyler licked her top lip. “Mm. Ok, I see. So, when you couldn’t fuck me, you called your white tongue booty buddy. Noted.”
“His what?” Aria cracked up in the background.
“His white tongue booty buddy.”
“I didn’t fuck her,” Logic calmly stated.
“Don’t lie to whatever bitch you talking to,” Scottie yelled over his shoulder. “He fucked me bitch and he been fucking me. The fuck you thought this was!”
“Bro, back the fuck up.”
“Nah, don’t tell me to back because you on the phone caking up a bitch like shit sweet. Is that the lil druggie hoe?”
“Thugger, tell lil goofy to watch her mouth,” Aria warned.
“Gotta be the lil druggie bitch because you acting real brand new. That hoe ran through and you switchin’ up on me,” Scottie snapped, yelling in his ear.
“Aye, get the fuck back.” Logic pushed her out of his face.
“I’m not even mad at sis. Shit, if he fucked me with that monster, I’m sure I'd be checking the next bitch too. Don’t call me no more lying ass nigga.” Tyler ended the call.
Taking a deep breath, Logic pulled the phone from his ear and slipped it back into his pocket. He didn’t bother calling her back because he planned to pull up on her. Logic didn’t play that hanging up in his face shit. It was rude and disrespectful as fuck.
“You so fucking foul,” he chuckled angrily. “Since when you lie on your pussy?”
“Since when are you full of jokes and giggles?” Scottie snaked her neck. “Don’t let this lil money and fame go to your head because these bitches didn’t want you back then, I did.”
“Stop it. I pulled bitches with a bus pass in my pocket, so miss me with that bullshit shit.”
“Lo, I'm not trying to fight with you,” Scottie said, touching his chest. She really wasn’t trying to fight with him, she wanted him back. “If you need me to apologize to your sisters, I will. I was upset, but I shouldn’t have talked about them like that.”
