“That shit don’t matter. They don’t fuck with you, and from the shit I heard, the feeling is mutual. No hard feelings,” Logic said, dismissing her. “I’ll holla at you on the flip side.”
“I’m not about to beg to be with you.”
“I didn’t ask you to. I asked your hardheaded ass to leave.”
“Fine, but when that bitch breaks your heart, don’t come looking for me.”
“Be for real, do I ever come looking for you?” He gave her a knowing look.
“Fuck you, Logic! Fuck you!” Scottie stormed past him, headed to the front door.
“Aye,” Logic called out. “Hold up.” He quickly jogged to the back of the house.
Scottie pushed her hair behind her ear and tucked her lips into her mouth. She knew he’d come to his senses because, famous or not, Tyler didn’t have shit on her. As soon as she headed in his direction, Logic was returning, only this time he had a white grocery bag in his hand.
“Here,” he handed her the bag.
“What’s this?” she asked, peeking into the bag. “You bought me a gift?” When her eyes landed on the clothing she kept at his house, the smile on her face dropped. “Are you serious?”
“Yea, I was trying to throw the shit away, but Tyler told me not to.”
“You’re such an asshole.” Scottie pushed him in the chest.
“Keep your hands to yourself,” Logic warned.
“Fuck you nigga! Bitches like her always go back to their niggas.”
“Yea, yea.”
“That lil five minutes of fame not gone last for long. You probably got a little money, but you’ll never make it out of the projects. Rappers like you come a dime a dozen nigga.”
“Be easy, Scottie.” Logic slammed the door in her face as she continued to berate him for the neighborhood to hear.
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Shane stood behind Tyler, running the hot comb through the honey blonde wig he’d just installed on her head. He was only in town for three days and then he was off to Miami to slay a couple of models who were walking in an exclusive lingerie fashion show. As grateful as he was, Shane was happy to be home, catching up with his girls. The back-to-back bookings, time changes, and hotel stays were taking a toll on his body, and Shane didn’t play about his body.
“You mad, friend?” he asked, noticing her foot shaking like she’d just consumed a line of speed.
“No,” Tyler scoffed. “I’m not his girl, and if he wanna fuck on bitches that don’t know what a tongue scraper is, then hey, who am I to stop him? Thank God, I didn’t give his nappy headed ass no pussy.”
Tyler was mad and her feelings were lowkey hurt. Logic tried to act like he was all about her, but the second she wasn’t in his sight, he was doubling back to fuck with a bitch with bad hygiene.
“Not nappy headed,” Aria giggled. “Shit, I couldn’t tell by the way you were running your fingers through his hair.”
“Shut up,” Tyler tittered.
“Wait, so you didn’t let him hit it?” Shane asked in disbelief. It couldn’t have been him. Shane would have folded faster than a plastic chair at a Nutty Professor family reunion.
“I mean he hit it a little,” Tyler replied.
“Bitch, how do you let someone hit it just a little?” He frowned.
“It’s possible,” Aria reasoned. “I’ve given a nigga a little pussy before.”
“Ari, please, there’s no such thing.”
“He put the head in, stroked a couple of times, and pulled out,” Tyler explained. “The battery on the ankle thingy started blinking, and you know when it starts blinking, I have thirty minutes to make it to the charger. I’m not trying to sit in a jail cell, so I had him take my horny ass home.”
