“Spice, chill.” Logic muttered, exiting his room. “Scottie, spray something because that shit don’t smell like roses and take those pictures off your page.” He moved past her, going into the living room.
“Why I gotta take my pictures down?” She responded, following him and neglecting the first part of the conversation.
“Because I fucking said so, Scottie. Stop doing that weird shit,” Logic snapped.
“How is it weird?”
“You posting pictures of me sleeping is weird as fuck. I’m laying in this bitch snoring and you flicking it up. Take it down.”
“Whatever, I’ll take the dumb ass pictures down. I only came over here to congratulate you.” Scottie folded her arms across her chest. “I mean unless you was trying to chill with another bitch.”
“If I was, you ruined that shit.”
After seeing the video of Logic on stage with Czar and Southwest Rah, Scottie jumped out of her sneaky link’s arms and ran straight to the city. She didn’t even bother washing her ass before she pulled up to The King Homes, beating on the door, demanding Logic let her in. To her dismay, he wasn’t even home. Logic was still out celebrating, so she took a shower and crawledinto his bed. When Logic finally made it home, he was too intoxicated to put her out. Between the drinks he consumed, and her soft body pressed into his, Logic was turned on and drilled a hole in her pussy while pressing her face in the pillow.
“It’s not that serious,” Scottie pressed. “So, tell me about last night. You’re signed?”
“Yea, well almost. I have a few loose ends to tie up,” Logic replied with his head buried in his phone. The number of notifications he had was crazy. Everyone was tagging him, congratulating him, and sending him their blessings on a successful career. It was almost overwhelming, and although he was grateful, he was overthinking. Logic didn’t know if it was the pressure to succeed or the fear of failure.
“Oh my god, this is amazing. You’re going to blow up! I’m so happy for you. I knew you could do it.” Scottie wrapped her arm around his neck. “Let me find out I’m about to be on Love & Hip-Hop. Oh my god, you can put me on with all the rappers’ wives.”
“Why are you always so loud?” Shugg complained, stumbling from the back. “And you’re not his girl and yall not a couple, so why would you be involved in anything?"
“Then what am I?” Scottie asked, folding her arms.
“You’re a raccoon.”
“Not a raccoon,” Spice sputtered.
“The fuck? What is that supposed to mean?” Scottie frowned.
“You creep around at night, eating people's food, leaving a mess in every room, blowing up the bathroom... sounds like a raccoon, right?” Shugg explained.
“You hit the nail on the head with that one, twin.”
Knock knock knock
“I got it.” Sage flew to the door before Logic could stop him.
Without looking through the peephole, he pulled the door open and smiled. It had been years since he last saw his mother, and there she was, standing on their doorstep wearing a grin that matched his. She was smiling like she was invited, not just a random visitor.
“Heyyyy, I’m back,” Pepper cheesed, stretching her arms out as if she had ran out to get milk.
“Mama.” Sage wrapped his long arms around his mother’s slender frame.
“What the fuck?” Logic frowned, rubbing his eyes to make sure they weren’t playing tricks on him.
Looking as if she stepped out of Ebony Magazine, Pepper’s shoulder-length hair was jet black and flipped at the ends. Her thick eyebrows were perfectly arched and her mink lashes were full. Being that it was hot outside, she wore a black tank top with a pair of jean shorts, black Chanel sandals, and a black Chanel purse hung from her manicured hand.
“I know you fucking lying,” Spice uttered. “Yea, I'm going back to bed and I’m going to make sure I pray this time.”
“Send an extra one up for me because ain’t no way. Between lil stank booty clogging up the toilet and Ms. Have-a-kid, leave-a-kid, it’s going to be a bad day.” Shugg followed her twin, not bothering to look at their deadbeat mother.
“Yall be nice,” Sage hissed at their backs. “Mama came to visit.”
“Boy, shut yo gullible self-up, inviting the opps to where we lay our head at. That lady don’t care about us,” Shugg spat.
“Wow, you’ve raised them to be so respectful,” Pepper chuckled, still holding onto Sage’s arm.
