“Dex gone fuck you up, girl,” Bobbi stated, with a shake of her head. She lowkey hated hanging with the trio because she always felt like the odd man out.
In her own friend group, Bobbi was that girl. Her friends looked up to her. They stayed complimenting her outfits, shoes, and new bags. The women she ran with followed her lead and were always down for a good time. The attention was always on her, and Bobbi liked it that way. She was the main character, but with Tyler, she was simply an extra. The part that pissed her off the most was that Tyler didn’t even try. She was effortlessly funny, pretty, and people loved her.
Before Tyler could respond to Bobbi’s comment, the lights started dancing and fog filled the air. Dancers walked out from the back holding up flashing signs and glow sticks as someone lowly growled over the speakers.
“Ok, put a show on then.” Aria pulled out her phone to record. She had been to Truth plenty of times, but this was new.
“If you sitting down, stand the fuck up,” a gritty voice demanded. “We in a booty club, the fuck you niggas sitting still foe?” Logic questioned, hopping on the stage.“Get ya money’s worth, they charging a hunnit dollars at the doe.”
“Oh damn,” Bobbi gasped, looking up from her phone. “He fine. Isn’t that the guy from Rahlo’s party?” She questioned aloud, but it went ignored.
“Bitch is that Logic?” Aria whispered as he swaggered onto the stage. “Did you know he was here?”
“Uh-huh,” Tyler uttered, not bothering to fill her in on all the details. She was mesmerized.
When Tyler told Logic to transform, she didn’t know he’d do it like this. From the way he bopped around on the stage, you wouldn’t have been able to tell he was backstage freaking out. The man was tossing money in the air, slapping asses, and giving the people a show like he was performing for a stadium full of fans.
“Put on my diamonds when I go to sleep. Shining on niggas, but it’s not a dream. Baby shining cause she priceless, let me add her to the team, and if her nigga acting up, attach the scope to the beam,” Logic rapped, locking eyes with Tyler, who didn’t back down. Stopping in front of their section, he leaned forward and rapped in Tyler’s face.
“And shorty, I'm out here on my mobbin’ shit. Tell that lame nigga to keep you close, 'cause I’m tryna take his chick.”
Wanting a little attention, Bobbi smashed her breasts together and blew Logic a couple of kisses. She puckered her lips and bounced up and down, but the gesture was unnoticed. In a room full of dancers, Logic only had eyes for one girl, and Bobbi wasn’t her.
“Am I missing something?” She frowned, noticing Logic eye fucking her cousin.
“A couple of screws.” Shane waved her off. “Dance and stop watching people.” He shooed her.
“Lord!” Aria covered her mouth when Logic winked at her best friend and sexily walked away. “Baby, if I could be a fly on the wall in that man's bathroom.”
“You better chill before Dex comes through. You know he don’t play that shit,” Bobbi repeated.
“Girl, please stop talking about a nigga who's not here,” Shane snapped. “She's dancing, and if you not gone dance,please carry yo stiff neck ass to the bar or go home. Do anything that doesn’t involve you standing here talking about Dex.”
“Too fucking late,” Aria huffed, watching Dexter and his boys being led to their section. “Bitch let me find out you called him,” she glared at Bobbi.
“Why would I do that?” She squinted.
“It’s cool yall,” Tyler assured her friends. “We still gone party,” she promised, but they all knew it was a lie. The party was officially over.
“Sup baby,” Dex spoke, bogarting his way into the section. “This how you doing it?” He roughly grabbed her by the waist, causing her to trip over her feet and fall back into him.
“Damn nigga, you don’t gotta pull on her like that,” Shane snapped.
“She my bitch or yours?” Dexter responded. “Then again, she might be yours because yall seem to know more about her than me.” He laughed. “I’m probably just the nigga fucking her and I can barely do that right, huh Ty?”
“Dex, let’s go talk.”
“What nigga was you in the studio with?” He asked, ignoring her request.
“Kenny,” Tyler answered. “It was last minute, and I just wanted to lay a couple of tracks,” she explained.
“That’s what we doing?” Dexter glared at her through glossy eyes. “You fucking with niggas behind my back?”
“You know Kenny-"
“So the fuck what!” he roared, then quickly replaced his hard glare with a sinister grin. “My fault.” Dexter kissed her lips. “I’m trippin’,”
“I-
