“Hash it out?” Tyler chuckled. “Bitch, you want to hash out you fucking on my nigga or being a snake ass bitch?”
“I mean...yea.”
“Girl, move the fuck around before I pop you in your dick suckers,” Tyler threatened. “I don’t have shit to say to you.”
“Like seriously. You’re going to fall out with your only family over a nigga that would fuck a ghost if it was going to make himrich in the afterlife. You’re acting like me and my mama didn’t have your back when you were in foster care looking stupid. I took you under my wing.”
“Come on, friend.” Aria lightly pulled at Tyler’s hand. She didn’t care for the audience, and it was clear to see Bobbi was baiting her friend for views.
“No,” Tyler cleared her throat. “This lumpy booty bitch wants a show…I’ll give her one because I don’t have shit to lose. I’m only going to address this once because you aren’t worth my time, and I know you’re a little slow, especially when you have to think on your own, so listen up clearly. I don’t give a fuck who Dexter sticks his corroded dick in, but you…you were supposed to be my blood, my big cousin, but your nasty ass went behind my back and started fucking the very nigga you hooked me up with. If you wanted him, you should have got on instead of sending his slow ass my way.”
“He is slow as fuck,” Aria agreed. “Hooked on phonics ass nigga.”
“Whatever Tyler. What I did was wrong, but-” Bobbi tried to explain before she was cut off.
“See, this is why I said you’re dumb.” Tyler chuckled. “It’s not what youdid, it’s what you’ve beendoing. You been a hater. You been a follower. Now you’re standing in my face, wearing my clothes-
“Bitch, I thought that shit looked familiar.” Aria shook her head. “Nasty ass.”
“Yea, that’s my shit, but this bitch standing in my face like I’m supposed to forgive her. I hope you and your baby have a nice life, and hopefully you protect the creature you’re carrying a lot better than your mama protected your low self-esteem, dick sucking ass. You’re a fucking slut bucket and you can go to hell!”
“Whatever,” Bobbi swallowed, clearly embarrassed. “I was trying to be nice, clear the air, but I can see that you’re still bitter.”
“The only thing you need to clear are them pimples under your bumpy ass makeup. Ain’t shit for you to clear this way. Go on about your business, Bobbi, before I have you walking around with your mouth wired shut.”
“You’re just jealous because Dexter and I are happy,” Bobbi lied through her teeth.
“Happy?” Tyler scoffed. “Who are you trying to fool? Dexter’s not happy with your dumb ass because you have nothing to offer him. He doesn’t move off love, it’s the motion for him, and you’re nothing more than a hoe that gets passed around to the nigga with the most money.”
Bobbi swallowed Tyler’s bitter words as she fought the urge to vomit. It was true. Dexter didn’t love her, and he didn’t love the baby boy that was stretching out her womb. His only concern was getting Tyler back and fixing his career.
“Whatever. Why don’t you go pop a pill or something?” Bobbi shot, turning on her heels. “Your broke ass probably can’t afford to eat here anyway,” she mumbled, walking away.
“Bobbi,” Tyler stopped her.
Thinking shit was sweet, Bobbi turned on her heels and was greeted with a fist to the face.
Whap whap whap!
The swift hits caught Bobbi and everybody else off guard. Instead of covering her face, Bobbi covered her stomach.
“Now, pop that hoe,” Tyler spat before storming out of the restaurant.
“Damnnnnn,” Aria dragged, watching blood leak from Bobbi’s nose. “You need a napkin?” she asked.
“What do you think?” Bobbi cried, holding her bloody mouth.
“I think you need to stop fucking people man, that’s what I think. Have a shitty day hoe,” she laughed, following Tyler out the door.
Chapter Twenty-Four
“There’s my baby,” Ms. G cooed, watching Logic bop toward her.
“What you doing sitting out here in the cold?” he asked, taking a seat next to her.
"You think this is cold?” she questioned, sipping her coffee.
“Hell yea,” Logic chortled, blowing into his hands.
