“Aye, stop being all loud before they hear you,” Logic gritted, rolling out of the bed. Removing the condom, he wrapped it in a fast-food napkin and dropped it in the waste basket on the side of his dresser.
“Boy bye, they probably fucking too.” Scottie flicked her wrist.
“Say that shit again and I’ll slap the fuck outta your disrespectful ass,” he snapped. “Just because you was fucking at fourteen don’t mean everybody hot in the ass.”
“For your information, I was fifteen and very much in love.”
“You sound as stupid as you look right now, and don’t act like you’re always working with a super soaker. I’ve had to spit shine that pussy a couple of times.”
“What the hell is spit shine?” Scottie asked in confusion.
“Spit on your pussy and rub it in for a lil moisture.”
“I know you fucking lying. Are you trying to say my pussy be dry?”
“Fall the fuck back.” Logic chuckled, dodging the pillow she threw at him.
“Nigga, don’t tell me to fall back and you in this bitch serving limp dick, then got a nerve to call my pussy dry.” She pushed him. “Do you want me to act the fuck up?”
“Scottie, gone somewhere with all that ghetto bullshit.” He moved around her. “I told you I had shit on my mind.”
“And what that got to do with your dick?”
“Everything slow ass girl. I’m about to jump in the shower. Shugg has a make-up test in the morning, and Spice has chess practice. Make sure they are in the bed by 11:30.”
“Can you at least eat it? I need to cum, Lo,” Scottie whined.
“Fuck outta here. I don’t put my mouth on what doesn’t belong to me.” Logic bypassed her.
“It could belong to you if you stop playing hard.”
“I’m not playing hard, shorty. I don’t want to be with you.”
“But you like fucking me?”
“I mean it’s straight, nothing to write home about.”
“Fuck you, Lo,” Scottie snapped.
“It’s some lube in the dresser, knock yourself out. Just make my bed back up when you’re done.”
“Boy, fuck you and this bed.” She gave him the finger. “Should’ve stayed my ass at home.”
“Yea, yea, yea, but you didn’t and you’re getting paid. Don’t leave until I get back and don’t have none of your friends in my shit.”
“Bye Lo.” Scottie waved him off.
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Al pulled up to the studio a little after 10 pm. Logic was in the passenger seat, sweating bullets and his stomach was doing numbers. Al thought it was funny. The entire drive he tried to make small talk to get Logic’s mind off the studio session, but it didn’t work. Al had never seen his boy so nervous, and he made sure to take a couple of pictures so they could remember the moment because he had no doubt in his mind that after Rahlo heard him rap, their life was going to change for the better.
“Look, all it takes is for one influential person to think you're big shit. If they have a following, their following is coming too. It might take a minute for the bandwagon jumpers to come, but they’ll come. They just need to feel different for a minute, but they’ll fold. Just do what the fuck you do and don’t stop. Climb to the top and do it proudly.”
Logic shifted in his seat and allowed Al’s words to sink in. “Ole cheerleader ass nigga, but nah I appreciate you.”
“I’mma say what I need to say to get you to lighten the fuck up. You gotta go in this bitch and leave the booth on fire. I heard the nigga Rah just started his own label and he’s looking for artists. Picture that! Getting signed by Detroit’s finest. What that nigga Eminem say?” Al grinned.
The 8 Mile reference caused Logic’s lips to stretch across his face. They had watched the movie so much that they could recite it from start to finish.
