“Nah, I do think you’re talented as fuck and you fine, but-
“But what?”
“You might be crazy.”
“I am.”
“I believe you. Didn’t you just get outta jail for beating up one of that nigga side chicks?”
“Stalk much?”
“It’s public knowledge, shorty. That shit was posted on social media for weeks. I think my sisters even made a reaction video to it.”
“How old are your sisters?”
“Fourteen.”
“You have brothers?”
“Yea, one. What about you?”
“I’m an only child.”
“Sound lonely as fuck.”
“Can’t miss what you never had and tell your little bloggers they got it wrong. I didn’t beat her up,” Tyler said matter-of-factly.
“So what did you do?”
“I beathimup.”
“Fuck outta here,” Logic chortled. “That grown ass man didn’t let you beat him up.”
“I did. Me and my best friend jumped him, snatched his chain, got it melted down and made into friendship rings.”
“Man, what?”
“I’m for real,” she laughed, staring at the ring.
Dexter damn near cried when Tyler posted a TikTok of her and Aria in the jewelry store getting his chain melted. Not only was it his favorite chain, but it was the first one he bought when he signed to Oakwood.
“Yall doing it like that?” Logic arched his eyebrow.
“Yep, so delete that video of me in your phone or we gone jump your ass.”
“I’m not your man, shorty. I’ll knock yall the fuck out.”
“Your mama ain’t never tell you not to hit girls? I knew you didn’t have any manners.”
“Nah, she taught me that if a girl hit me, knock her ass smooth the fuck out. Your daddy didn’t teach you not to put your hands on a grown man?”
“He didn’t teach me shit,” Tyler firmly stated. “Delete the videos of me and have a good day.”
“Do you wanna go out to eat?” Logic questioned, ignoring her demand. He wasn’t deleting shit; if anything, he wanted to add to his collection.
“Huh?”
“Food. When you first called you were saying something about going out to eat. I could take you to get something to eat, we could talk, chill, get to know one another.”
