“Boy bye, that’s the same thing. Sage is almost sixteen, and Spice and I are mature. You can trust us.”
“I trust yall to be teenagers,” Logic countered. “Who cooked?”
“I did,” Shugg’s twin Spice replied, sliding a plate with two grilled cheese sandwiches and sausage links to him. “Why did you knock that man out like that?” she asked.
“Down goes Frazier.” Logic’s fifteen-year-old brother Sage slowly fell to the ground. “What did he do?”
“Don’t worry about it.” Logic picked up his sandwich.
“And you were with Ty! Did you get a picture with her? Did you tell her you were obsessed with her YouTube channel? Oh my god! You should see if she can come on our Twitch channel for an interview!” Shugg rambled.
“You should see if she’ll do a song with you,” Spice added.
“Nah.”
“Man, you crazy,” Sage snorted. “I would’ve-”
“You wouldn’t have done shit.” Logic waved him off. “It’s Sunday and what do we do on Sunday?”
“Clean,” the trio mumbled, irritated that Logic wouldn’t give them the tea. Their older brother was usually calm, so if he was on the internet knocking someone out, it was for a good reason.They didn’t want to dust, sweep, or mop shit. The troops wanted the tea, and Logic was playing in their face.
Cleaning the house on Sunday mornings is something Logic picked up from his mother, Pepper. She didn’t care who was still asleep; at 8:30 in the morning, she opened up all the windows, cut on FM 92.3 radio, and started dousing the house with Comet, bleach, and Pine-Sol.
“Then do it,” Logic mumbled, reaching into his pocket, dropping a knot of money on the counter. “When yall done, we’ll go do a lil damage. Sage, you can get the Jordans you’ve been asking for, Shugg, you can get your second ear piercing, and Spice can go to Forever 21.”
“Ooo!” Shugg clapped her hands together. “That’s why you're my favorite brother,” she grinned. “Come on yall, we have things to do, places to go, money to spend.” Shugg snapped her fingers at her siblings.
“You a ham,” Sage tossed out. “How is he your favorite brother when you just said the same thing to me for doing your math homework?”
“Oop, that’s my cue,” Spice clamped her mouth closed before sliding out of the kitchen.
“Eww, salty is not a good look for you,” Shugg hissed at Sage.
“That’s why yo ass in summer school now,” Logic scolded. “Stop doing her fucking homework and stop letting him. He knows the shit, you don’t.”
“Ok,” Shugg mumbled, dropping her plate in the sink.
“Aye.” Logic grabbed her arm as she attempted to walk past him. “Being pretty is cool, but it’s not everything. Don’t let social media hype you up. You can only get so far on your looks.”
“Ok,” Shugg sighed, knowing that he was right.
“Don’t try to get ahead the wrong way. Do your homework so you’ll understand it when you get the shit on a test in class.”
Logic released her arm and allowed her to pass him. He was supposed to be living his best life - getting pussy by the boatload, partying, and making money. Instead, he was taking care of a household and raising his siblings while trying to keep them from getting sucked into the world around them.
In reality, Logic was a single parent and had been since he was 16 years old. Instead of his mother gifting him a car, a college fund, or something else any 16-year-old would love, she gifted him with three kids and a shitload of responsibility. Logic could’ve easily called CPS, but allowing his siblings to go into foster care didn’t sit right in his spirit, so he stepped up. He didn’t wait for them to be evicted from the house his mother rented out. Logic shifted right into gear. With the help of a crackhead from around the way, he secured a low-income apartment in the King Homes projects. Al hooked him up with furniture, and since he was sixteen, all of the bills were in his name. Logic went to parent-teacher conferences, doctors' appointments, planned birthday parties, and handed out punishments when needed. He coached his sisters through teenage breakups while giving his brother the game to pull cheerleaders.
Picking up his sandwich, Logic took another bite before fishing for his phone. He wasn’t surprised that his altercation with Dex went viral. Somebody somewhere was always recording, and the world loved being entertained.
Dexter, also known as ‘Dex,’ was in a brawl last night where he was knocked out by Detroit’s local rapper, Lo. Right now, we don’t know why, but it seems to be in connection to Tyler. Has Detroit’s R&B Princess reached to the bottom of thebarrel, or was this a misunderstanding? You be the judge. The video is below.
“Did these muthafuckas call me the bottom of the barrel?” Logic squinted, clicking on the video. A grin spread across his face when he saw the way Dex landed on his ass. The ooohs and aahhs of the crowd made the video that much better. As soon as he started to watch it again, his phone rang with an unsaved number across the screen.
“What up doe?” he answered.
“So you fighting over bitches in the club now?” The high-pitched voice blared through the phone.
“Good morning,” Logic corrected her.
