Chapter Fifteen #2
“You want me to?” She peered back at him.
“Bitch!” He jumped at her, making Logic laugh.
“At least she a hoe in your face,” Al snorted.
“Right, I could be out here doing you dirty.” Pearl propped her hand up on her hip. “And don’t worry, the only nigga I'll fold for is Logic.” She winked. “For him, I'd risk it all,” she swore before switching out of the living room.
“I believe her too.” Al shook his head.
“You should,” Pearl hollered out before closing her bedroom door.
“She funny as fuck.” Logic turned his attention back to Duce, who was glaring at him. “What?” he asked.
“The fuck you buying her YSL for? I been copping her Michael Kors from Marshalls and you bring yo lanky ass in here raising the bar.”
“Fuck outta here,” Logic chuckled. “Stop tricking on these hoes and spoil your woman, nigga.”
“Aye chill.” Duce glanced back to make sure Pearl wasn’t in ear shot.
“Scary ass,” Al taunted. “Aight, so are we about to use this shit?”
“When?” Logic asked.
“Right now, the fuck.” Duce was anxious to use his new setup. “Let’s get some shit poppin’,”
“Can I invite a few people over?” Pearl asked, tipping back into the kitchen. “Sounds like we about to have a party.”
“You heard all that behind closed doors?” Al questioned. “Let me find out you got walkie-talkies planted around this bitch.”
“Hush,” Pearl snickered. “Are we having a kickback or nah?”
“Yea, BYOB.”
“Ayeeee!” She started throwing her ass in a circle as she sent out a text message to her group chat.
“It ain’t even no music playing and you still in this bitch throwing ass.” Al frowned.
“I don’t need music nigga, this ass gone clap every time.”
“And you wanna marry her?” Al glanced back at Duce.
“Yea,” he answered with a goofy grin.
“Ole henpecked ass nigga.”
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It didn’t take long for the word to spread because by 9 o’clock, the house was rocking, literally.
Duce was sure by the end of the night, the floorboards in his living room were going to be squeaky as fuck.
From the kitchen to the bathroom, people were spread throughout the house, and it was a vibe.
Pearl switched out all the bright lightbulbs with her mood bulbs, giving them a nice laid-back environment.
There was no arguing, fighting, or hostile energy, just good vibes, good people, and bomb ass music.
Instead of cooking, Logic gave Pearl the money to order wings, pizza, and snacks.
Al sent one of his female friends to Costco to pick up liters of liquor and ice while Duce provided the green.
“Hey everybody.” Diamond waved, walking into the kitchen with her overnight bag.
“The fuck is this?” Duce asked, staring at her bag. “Why are you always coming over here with a bag like you homeless or some shit?”
“This is my spend the night bag. I might get too tipsy and need to crash.”
“Then don’t get tipsy, so you won’t have to crash.”
“Shut up.” She waved him off, turning to face Logic. “I heard you giving out YSL bags, where mine at?”
“I got you next time,” he promised.
“Bitch, you ain’t his woman,” Pearl said as she stepped into the kitchen. “Don’t come in here checking him.”
“You ain’t his woman either.” Duce frowned at her.
“A girl could dream,” she sighed, twisting out of the kitchen.
“I’mma fuck her up,” Duce swore, pressing the play button on the switchboard. The beat he had been working on for a couple of days started to play.
Bobbing his head, Logic grinned. He couldn’t wait to pull Duce into the studio with him. The man was a master at intertwining instrumentals. Just when you thought you were about to grind to a freaky ass song, Duce dropped some shit that would have you stomping the yard.
“I like this.” Al bobbed his head, pulling the rolled blunt from behind his ear.
“It’s dope as fuck,” Logic agreed, removing his vibrating phone from his pocket. He started to ignore the text from the unknown number but opened it because Sage was still with his deadbeat mama.
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You still being problematic I see.
Logic grinned. Only one person called him problematic and he had been looking forward to hearing from her.
What’s going on sweetheart? he replied.
“Lo, you trying to jump on this beat?” Duce asked, causing him to lift his head.
“Yea, let them go first.” Logic pointed to the dudes standing around the kitchen.
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Not you being all polite after causing trouble. Why do you keep putting your hands on that man?
Fuck that loser, Logic texted back. I’m trying to see what’s up with you.
Come pull up on me, he followed up.
“Oh ok, so your phone does work,” Scottie sassed, waltzing into the kitchen. “I been calling you.” She stepped in front of Logic, planting herself between his legs.
“I been busy.” Logic slipped his phone in his pocket. “What you doing around here?”
It had only been a week since he dropped her off at home and told her he needed some space.
Not only were the twins happy, but the house was so much more peaceful.
Logic hated to admit it, but Scottie did throw them off balance.
If she wasn’t going back and forth with his sisters, she was all in his face, posting him on her stories and arguing with every woman who hopped in his DM.
“Pearl posted a video on Insta and I saw you in the background,” she answered, stepping closer to him. “Do you think we could go somewhere to talk?”
“Nah, not right now. You look good though.” Logic admired her sleeveless chiffon shirt, all white booty shorts, and YSL heels. Her jet-black hair was pushed behind her shoulders, showing off her soft glam and neatly laid baby hair. “You a lil overdressed for a house party.”
“Come on now, you know I'm never half-stepping,” Scottie boasted, running her fingers through her hair. “Plus, I was hoping we could slide off. Can we go somewhere to talk?”
“Nah.” Logic shook his head, lifting the red cup to his lips. “I’m chilling shorty, I’m not trying to talk.”
“Well then listen.” She tugged on the bottom of his shirt, clearly not comprehending that he wasn’t in the mood. “I’m sorry about how I’ve been acting. I’ll make it up to your sisters, and then if you let me, I’ll make it up to you.”
“We straight, Scottie. It was time for you to go home anyway. This relationship shit didn’t work for us the first time around, so I already knew the deal.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” Scottie snaked her neck, causing a few people to glance in their direction.
“It means you don’t fucking listen. I just told you I didn’t want to talk about this shit and you still pressing the issue. If you not about to drink and have a good time, then go the fuck home,” Logic growled in her ear.
“Whatever, you don’t have to be an asshole,” Scottie snapped before storming away.
“You don’t have to be an asshole,” Al mocked.
“I’m damned if I do, damned if I don’t.” Logic shrugged.
“You ready to rap or are you still working out your relationship shit?” Duce mocked. “These niggas playing on the mic, or are you nervous?”
“Fuck you.” Logic gave him the middle finger before retrieving his phone. The two awaiting text messages brought a subtle grin to his face.
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Pull up where?
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I’m not really trying to be in public right now.
Instead of texting her back, Logic called, and to his surprise, she picked up on the first ring.
“Don’t take all day to text me back and then call,” Tyler fussed.
“Girl, chill. It was like five minutes,” he reasoned. “But what’s up, you popping out?”
“No, didn’t I just say don’t want to be in public?”
“Or you don’t want to be seen with me? You scared it’s going to get back to your lame ass nigga?”
“Boy bye, it has nothing to do with him. I just don’t feel like dealing with cameras all in my face and that’s usually what happens when I step outside. Being home is the best place for me.”
“Nah,” Logic disagreed. “Being with me is the best place for you. My people cool, they won’t be all in your face.”
“Hm.”
“Dead ass. I’m going to send you my location, come through and fuck with ya boy.”
“Ok, but the first time someone asks for a picture, I’m leaving.”
“You coming?” Logic arched his eyebrow. He didn’t think she was going to agree so quickly, but the walls were starting to close in on her and she needed to get out of the house.
“Yea.”
“Aight, I’m about to share my location with you. Call me when you outside and I’ll come get you.”
“Ok,” she replied before hanging up the phone.
“Who was that?” Al skeptically looked upside his head as he stepped to the mic.
“My future wife.” Logic grinned. “Run the beat back.”
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Across town, Tyler found herself pacing the living room floor again.
This time instead of feeling sick, she was nervous.
She had no business agreeing to meet with another man when her life was in shambles, but she needed to get out of the house.
Logic seemed like cool people, but apparently her people judging skills were off.
Glancing at the coffee table, Tyler stared at the balled-up napkin.
“I’m not an addict,” she stated to herself. “I can take two and be good. Shit, I need something to calm my nerves.”
Picking up the napkin, Tyler sorted through the array of pills.
Going for the Xanax, she popped it into her mouth without hesitation.
The bitter taste made her frown, but it felt familiar.
As soon as she reached for another one, there was a knock at the front door.
Tyler balled the napkin up and stuffed it in her bra.
Jogging to the door, she pulled it open and smiled when her eyes landed on Aria.
“Where that dusty ass nigga at?” She pushed her way into the house with a tight grip on her baseball bat. “I’m about to fuck his greasy ass up.”
“Who?” Tyler furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “Dex?”
“Yea, Shane called me and said he was over here breaking shit.”
“Oh,” she lightly chuckled. “He was here but left after I slammed his arm in the door.”