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Beep beep beep
“Who raising these hoes?” Logic snorted, pressing play on the video. He wasn’t in for even a few seconds before the phone rang again. “What up doe?”
“Good morning, Lo.”
“Good morning, Scottie.”
“You are an arrogant bastard, you know that?”
“So I've been told. What’s up though? Why you calling my phone with all this hostility?”
“Why were you fighting over that famous bitch?” Scottie snaked her neck as if he could see her. “She can’t sing and the bitch not that cute.”
“Damn, you hatin’ hard on baby girl.”
“I’m not hatin’ on that hoe. Why were you fighting over her?”
“I wasn’t fighting over nobody.” Logic pushed up from the table. “And it’s Sunday, shouldn’t you be at church or something? I mean what day do hoes worship the Lord?”
“Logic, please don’t make me pull up.”
“I’m fucking with you,” he chortled. “But what’s up? I know you aren’t calling to check me. Last time I checked I was single as a dollar bill, shorty.”
Taking a deep breath, Scottie selected her next set of words carefully. She knew Logic wouldn’t sit on the phone and argue with her. He’d hang up in the blink of an eye and go on about his day like she wasn’t on the other side of town pulling her hair out. Questioning Logic was like talking to herself. He didn’t answer her questions, and at the end of the day, he had no reason to. Logic was single and it was her fault.
“I’m not trying to check you, Lo,” Scottie sighed heavily. “But imagine how I feel when you’re all over the internet fighting over a bitch that can’t even sing.”
“Imagine me explaining anything to you besides how I want my dick sucked,” Logic shot back.
“You don’t gotta explain that to me because you and I both know what this mouth do.”
“Talk a lot of shit. That’s what that muthafucka do.”
“Whatever,” Scottie smacked her lips. She had nobody to blame but herself for Logic’s nonchalant attitude towards her.
Scottie stood in the line at Family Dollar waiting for the slow cashier to ring up the customer before her. It was obvious that the cashier was new, but Scottie didn’t care. She was on her last head of the day and all she needed was a pack of rubber bands. The self-checkout line was down, the store was hot andovercrowded, and Scottie was seconds away from slipping the rubber bands in her pocket and calling it a day.
“Lo,” a small voice from behind her whined, causing her to slightly turn around. “Can you just pay somebody to do my hair this time? You don’t do it right.”
Scottie smiled at the set of messy-haired twins before her eyes landed on their father. He was rather young, but handsome, nonetheless. Scottie knew everyone from around the way, but she had never seen him. His baggy clothing screamed dope boy, but she could tell there was more to him. When he finally gazed up at her, Scottie could see the stress behind his drowsy eyes.
“Can we help you?” One of the twins barked, snapping Scottie out of her stare down.
“'Cause you all in our mix,” the other added, scooting closer to their father.
“Chill,” his deep voice calmly reprimanded them.
“Brother, do you know her or something?”
“Ah, brother.” Scottie nodded her head. That made more sense to her.
“Ah, nosey,” the sassier of the two twins mocked.
“What I just say?” the man growled. “My fault.”
“It’s ok.” Scottie smiled. “I don’t play about my brother either.”
