Chapter Fourteen
“That was good shit.” Rahlo dapped Logic as they made their way backstage. “You getting better and better with the performing shit.”
Logic could only grin. It didn’t matter that he was only the opening artist, Logic enjoyed every moment of being on stage.
The audience didn’t know many songs, but that didn’t stop him from doing his thing.
Even if they didn’t know the words, they bobbed their heads to the beat, and that was enough for him.
“Yea,” Al agreed. “I was impressed. We didn’t even have to beg yo ass to get on stage.”
“Because I trained him, duh,” Czar boasted.
“You a fucking lie.” Logic frowned. “All you do is talk shit and post me fucking up on your TikTok.”
“It’s called constructive criticism. I’m making you a better star.”
“I thought you was a silent partner. You be on stage bopping around like Diddy,” Al jested, making everyone chuckle.
“Fuck outta here.” Czar waved them off. “Diddy oily ass ain’t got shit on my two step.”
“Ain’t shit silent about this nigga,” Rahlo snorted as they moved through the crowd of people. “You going to the club?”
“Nah.” Logic shook his head. “I’m tired as fuck.”
“Ole granddaddy ass nigga,” Czar taunted. “I used to be the life of the party.”
“And now?” Al questioned.
“I watch Ms. Rachel pale ass repeat the same shit over and over. This is an apple,” he mocked. “Can you say apple? That’s right, apple.”
“This nigga,” Rahlo chortled, but understood his pain. He no longer hung out after concerts either and Ms. Rachel was a staple in his home. If his kids weren’t listening to Ms. Rachel, then they were trapping with Gracie’s Corner.
“Welp, I don’t have kids.” Al clapped his hands. “And I don’t have anyone to go home to. I’m going to the booty club.”
Logic started to comment but paused when he spotted a group of unfriendly men stalking toward him. Rahlo, Czar, and Al caught on quickly because they stopped talking too. Logic didn’t have to guess who it was because he recognized a couple of the men that ran with Dexter.
“Who the fuck are these knock-off Men in Black niggas?” Czar questioned, staring at the men. It had been a minute since he had to get active, but he wasn’t above knocking a nigga out.
“I ain’t got nothing but love for you big homie.” Dexter stepped forward. “Your boy be out here on some sucker shit though.”
“I’m not your big shit,” Czar scowled.
“Aye, move the fuck around,” Rahlo barked, not in the mood for the bullshit. He couldn’t remember the last time he had to fight a nigga, and he wasn’t in the mood.
“Nah, it’s cool.” Logic chuckled, knowing he was the source of the issue.
He could bet his last dollar it had everything to do with him hugging Tyler.
Clips of them were floating around the internet, fueling a budding love story, and while some fans hated it, others couldn’t stop clipping their pictures and creating videos.
“I see you still having a hard time staying away from my bitch,” Dexter gritted, palming his fist.
“Is she yours though?” Logic cocked his head to the side.
“Yea nigga and I’mma need you to move the fuck around.”
“Yea, that’s not going to happen, my boy. I’m gonna show you what to do with all that beauty, booty, and talent.”
“This nigga.” Al was amused. “Beauty, booty, and talent is wild.”
“That’s some shit I'd say,” Czar instigated. “Solid come back.” He nodded in approval.
“Fuck outta here. This broke ass nigga can’t afford my bitch,” Dexter gloated. “She likes YSL, Birkin, and Chanel. The fuck she gone do with a nigga who looks like he shops on the clearance rack at Citi Trend.”
“You hear me,” Tilly co-signed per usual. “Who the fuck performs in a plain ass white tee with no ice? Plain Jane ass nigga.”
“So yall niggas was watching me, huh?” Logic cocked his head to the side.
“Nah, I mean-
“Aye, you want me to have Biggie knock him out? He talks too much, and I don’t like light skin niggas,” Czar instigated.
“Nah,” Logic refused. “He’s not worth it.”
“That’s what the fuck I thought.” Dexter grinned, feeling as if he’d won. “Ain’t no nigga on God’s green earth gone ever take my bitch. Her throat is custom made to the curve of my dick. This bum ass nigga couldn’t take my bitch if I gave him the money to court her.”
“You right.” Logic glared at him. “I’m not going to take her because she’s going to come to me willingly and when she does,” he cockily chuckled.
“I’m going to ruin her. Nigga I’m going to turn her out so bad that she’s going to forget you ever existed, and you worried about my pockets, but we both know she’s not impressed by that shit.
I could pull shorty and have her riding the bus to come see me. ”
The smirk on Dexter’s lips dropped and the muscles in his jaw clenched.
He couldn't stand the off-brand nigga standing in front of him and it pissed him off that Logic was probably right.
From the pictures he saw, Dexter knew Tyler probably had a crush on the nigga, and he couldn't take it.
The thought of them together made his blood boil.
Before anyone on his team could stop him, Dexter swung, punching Logic in the face.
Logic cocked back and returned the lick, knocking Dexter into the vending machine.
Whap!
Whap!
Whap!
Logic repeatedly threw haymakers to Dexter’s midsection, making him hunch over for relief.
“Damnnnn!” A bystander shouted as Pepsi cans started falling out of the dispenser.
Seeing enough, Tilly tried to jump in but found himself lying in a pool of pop. The blow to the side of his face left him dazed, wondering who had hit him.
“Damn nigga,” Czar laughed at Al, who was standing there like he didn’t knock the shit out of Tilly.
“Aight Lo,” Rahlo barked as security started running toward them. “You got your shit off, let the nigga up.”
Whap!
“Bitch ass nigga and just for that, you ain’t gotta worry about her coming to me because I'm going get her,” Logic promised.
“I would’ve said some shit like that too,” Czar agreed, stepping over Dexter to pick a Pepsi up off the floor. “Yall want one?”
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In efforts to get his best friend out of her slump, Shane planned a girls' night out. One of his clients told him about a new immersive restaurant in downtown Detroit, Spoons and Swoons. There were three movies to pick from, and whichever movie you chose determined your meal for the night. Aria thought it would be fun for them to try a chocolate mushroom before leaving the house, and while Tyler was with the shits, Shane told her to suck a dick. Unfortunately for him, Aria didn’t read the directions, and they ate the entire bar, leaving them in a psychedelic haze.
Tyler couldn’t find her face and Aria’s tongue was numb.
“I can’t feel my face,” Tyler whined. “Is it there? Is my face still on my face?” She panicked, touching her cheek. “I already don’t have no money, what am I going to do with no faceeeee?”
“I told yo ass to eat a little piece,” Shane snapped as they exited the car. “You better not start tripping.”
“My young is numb.” Aria stuck her tongue out, making sure it was still there. “I can’t even say it...young, toufung. My toufung is gone.”
“What the fuck is a young toufung? Oh, you bitches better not embarrass me,” he hissed, tightly smiling at a couple walking by them.
“You’re definitely going to be embarrassed walking around with someone who doesn’t have a face,” Tyler cried.
“Bitch you have a face!” he growled, holding the door open for them.
Both Tyler and Aria stood next to him instead of going inside. Shane shook his head, knowing that it was going to be a long night.
“Go in!” he yelled.
“Oh,” Aria snickered. “I thought you were holding the door open for someone.”
“Yall dummy! I’m holding the door open for yall slow asses.”
“Oh, right.” Tyler cleared her throat and walked around him with her head held high.
“Welcome to Spoons and Swoons!” the host greeted excitedly as they entered the dimly lit establishment.
The upscale movie theater was breathtaking.
Pictures of black cinema clung to the walls with dimly lit sconces evenly placed between them.
Black velvet chairs were neatly aligned against the wall with accent pillows neatly placed in the center.
Displays of popcorn, M&M’s, Snickers, Skittles, and Kit Kat bars were stacked behind a clear glass case next to the podium where the hostess was standing.
A basket of throw blankets and slippers stood on a high-top table for guests, providing them with the ultimate movie experience.
“Oh, this is cute.” Shane popped his lips. “And it smells amazing in here. “We have a reservation for three.”
“Three?” Aria snaked her neck. “Who else coming?”
“This bitch,” Shane hissed. “You, Ty, and me, duh.”
“Ok, shit, right. I am here.” She slapped her forehead.
“Please excuse them,” Shane smiled awkwardly.
“It’s no problem,” the hostess giggled. “Ok, so tonight we have Baby Boy, Soul Food, and Love Jones showing. Each movie has its own customized menu and setup.” She glanced down at the clipboard in front of her. “I see you picked Baby Boy.”
“Is this Jody? The Jody that got my boo pregnant and can’t take care of his responsibilities as a muthafuckin’ man?” Aria quoted, making Tyler double over in laughter. “Didn’t I tell you to get a block, with ya black ass,” she added.
“I thought your tongue was numb.” Shane squinted at her. “Shut it up!”
“I don’t wanna watch Baby Boy. Jody was a mama’s boy and I don’t like how Melvin was in that lady's kitchen cooking with his ass out.” Tyler tooted her lips as if she could smell his pubic hair sizzling.
“And I’ll never forgive Snoop for kicking that lil boy’s fort over.
That was rude and if I ever meet him, I’mma chop his ass in the throat for trying to take Yvette's goodies in front of her son.”
“So you gone rape me...in front of my son,” Aria quoted.
“Oh my god.” Shane palmed his head. “Can we change the movie?” he asked the host, already fed up.
“Uh, sure.”