Chapter Six #3
“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.
“Fine, I guess his ugly self can walk with us.”
“Yall look like triplets, so what does that say about you?”
“Shut up Lo.” She waved her hand at him as Shugg stepped out of the door. She peeped the frown on her twin's face and then the smug expression on her brother's.
“What did you do to my twin?” Shugg questioned.
“Sage walking with us,” Spice pouted.
“Sure is, do we have a problem?” Sage interjected, bopping out of the screen door with a hand towel around his neck. “And hurry up because it’s getting dark.”
“Ew, put a shirt on. Your bony chest is making my skin crawl,” Spice gagged.
“I know you not talking with them crusty heels.”
“Whoa, not too much on my girl.” Spice clapped her hands.
“Ya girl needs some lotion.”
“You used it all,” she shot back.
“Make sure you hold their hands when yall cross the street,” Logic taunted.
“Sage, if you put them beaters on me, I swear to God I'm going to slap fire from you,” Shugg hissed.
Logic couldn’t form the words to question her about ‘beaters’ because that would lead them down a rabbit hole he wasn’t ready for. It was bad enough he had to walk them through their first period, but the sex talk was off the table until they were twenty-five... maybe thirty.
“Just hurry up back.” Logic shooed them away as his phone vibrated. A sly grin covered his face as the unsaved number moved across the screen.
“I swear if you have my phone cloned, your perverted ass is going to jail,” Tyler barked.
“Fuck outta here. You bumped into me and took my shit. Damn near had me fighting with yo ugly ass nigga just to talk to you.”
“Ew, it’s you.”
“Yea, it’s me. Why you say it like that? You should be a little more upbeat, like hey…it’s you.”
“You’re a shit starter. I’ve been arguing with this man for days because of you. Why would you tell him that?”
“What I say?”
“You know what you said.” Tyler squinted her eyes as if he could see her.
“My memory kinda bad. What I say?” Logic toyed with her. He knew exactly what he said.
“That you’re feeling me,” she mumbled as if she was scared to say it out loud. As if he’d deny it.
“The fuck you whispering for? He next to you? Put me on speaker so I can say it for both of you.”
“Why you being messy?”
“'Cause I don’t like that nigga,” Logic retorted.
“You don’t even know him.”
“I don’t have to know a person not to like them. Energy is everything and ya nigga energy is off. Seems like a hatin’ ass nigga if you ask me. Plus, he played my boy out a beat.”
“So that’s why you said it?” Tyler bit her lip. “You’re trying to get under his skin by flirting with me?”
“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 beat him up.”
“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.”
“Are you asking me on a date?”
“Something like it.”
“I have a boyfriend, or did you forget?”
“I didn’t forget, I just don’t give a fuck,” Logic admitted. “So, what’s up?”
“Calm down, creep, I wasn’t talking about getting food with you.”
“How am I a creep when you’re the one who stole my phone, and then you keep bumping into me on some sex offender type shit. Matter fact, I should press charges on you, extort yo pretty ass for a couple bands. You probably was trying to feel on me.”
Tyler didn’t mean to do it, but she giggled.
“You wish and I know you not talking. How did you even get into my phone to save your number?”
“I know people who know people.”
“And why would you put it under bestie?”
“Because women call their besties all the time.”
“So you do this all the time? Steal phones, break into them, and store your number?”
“Only when necessary.”
“Yea, you’re a stalker. You enjoy your night, sir.”
“Sir? Do I sound old or something?” he asked, once again, ignoring her attempts to hang up.
“I mean you are a man, right? Or would you prefer to be called ma'am?”
“You talk a lot of shit for someone with a pitchy ass voice. Instead of talking shit to me, you need to be drinking some peppermint tea.”
“Fuck you, asshole.” Tyler ended the call, unknowingly giving him the fuel he needed to pick up the pen again.