“You just do it all, huh... cook, take care of home, and rap. You the whole package, huh,” Shony flirted.
“Something like that,” Logic smirked.
“When you gone put me in a video? I know you about to blow up... the hood is talking.”
“Oh yea?”
“Yea, and you got Scottie walking around like she the hood’s finest.”
“Nah, I don’t know nothing about that.” Logic looked away, hoping she’d get the point.
“So like I was saying, when are you going to put me in a video?”
“Never.”
“Dang, why you gotta be like that? My mommy makeover is healing perfectly.” Shony cupped her new ass.
“Shony, that shit don’t even move. The fuck you think you gone do in a video?”
“Al showed you that video?” She narrowed her eyes. “It was new when I twerked for him, but it’s soft now.”
“I’m straight, Shony.”
“Ugh, I thought you were the nice one.”
“It’s too hot to be nice, and quite frankly, it’s too hot to talk. Move around.”
“You’re an asshole. Yall niggas have more mood swings than women.”
“Go massage the lumps out your ass before you start trying to shake that fluid filled muthafucka.” Logic waved her off as his phone vibrated across the blank notebook page. Just looking at the notebook irritated him, so he closed it and picked up the phone.
“Wh-”
“Ari, can you meet me at Benihana? I need a stiff drink and some food.” Tyler sighed into the phone. “I’ve had a really long day. Dex is pissing me off and I’m about to block Carla.”
“I’m not Ari, but if you swing by, I can make you a bomb ass turkey and cheese sandwich. I know you’re bougie, so I can cut up some pickles, lettuce, and a few tomatoes, real elegant type shit. Lil chips on the side and everything. You look like a Kettle cooked type of girl,” Logic replied. “Oh, and what do you drink because a nigga is on a budget, and I probably can’t afford to buy you the shit you’re used to. How about some Taylor Port or Cutwater on ice?”
“Hello?” Tyler pulled the phone away from her ear. “Oh my god, I called the wrong number,” she lightly chuckled.
“This was fate, shorty. You done fucked around and fell into the hands of a real nigga.”
“Uh, yea. I don’t even know who this is. Hell, I don’t even know how your number got in my phone and underBestieat that. I’m going to hang up. You have a good day, sir.” She ended the call, then proceeded to delete the contact from her phone.
Logic thought about calling her back, but he had a better idea. Going to his gallery, he opened the video of Tyler singing in his phone. It was obvious she thought the phone was hers, and Logic should’ve deleted it, but he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t get over how pretty she was and wanted to keep a piece of her that the world hadn’t seen. Tyler was in the bathroom at the club, singing at the top of her lungs. From the looks of it, the video was recorded before all hell broke loose.
“Cute ass,” he simpered before sending her the video.
“Brother, you want something from the store?” Spice asked, stepping out of the apartment.
“Yea. Get me a red Faygo and a bag of Better Made hot reds.”
“Ok, got it. Shugg and I are going to walk.”
“Tell Sage to walk with yall.”
“But why? We are fourteen and capable of walking to the store by ourselves,” Spice whined.
“Ask me if I care how old you are,” Logic blankly stared at her.
