Chapter Nineteen #2
“Ugh,” Spice gagged. “Well, she didn’t do her thing this time and I can’t eat this. I’m trying out for the softball team next week and I don’t want to do it with a weak stomach.”
“Can you bring us some food when you come home?” Shugg whispered into the phone.
“Yea, just text me what yall want.”
“Yay!” Spice exclaimed excitedly. “Are you at the studio?”
“No,” Logic answered.
“Where are you?” She quizzed while simultaneously looking at his location.
“About to go on a date.”
“Daaaaaaate,” the twins sang. “With who?” they asked.
“Probably Scottie bald-headed self,” Shugg guessed, rolling her eyes.
“Brother, look, I’m a girl's girl. I’d never advise you to be out here breaking hearts because I know you’d body a nig-
“Boy,” Shugg corrected her twin.
“You’d body a boy if he tried to play in our face, but I think you need to expand your horizons,” Spice expressed.
“And I’mma be honest. We don’t like Scottie. She messy, loud, and always looking for attention. She’s everything you told us not to be, but that’s who you chose to have around us? Make that make sense because the math ain’t mathing.”
“The math ain’t mathing because you don’t study,” Logic quipped.
“See, I'm trying to have a real conversation with you and you taking shots. Spice, get your brother.”
“Don’t do her. This a safe space, right? You told us to speak our mind,” Spice reminded him.
“I did, but yall always talking shit,” Logic responded. “And yall wrong. I’m taking Ty out.”
“Perioooood,” the twins sang. “That’s tea.” They tapped their thumb and index fingers together.
“Where you taking her?” Shugg asked. “Why you ain’t tell us? We could’ve helped with date ideas. Did you get her some flowers? Ty is a big deal, you need to pull out the big envelope for her. Spend the light bill money if you need to.”
“Nah.” Logic glanced up, catching Tyler stepping out of the house. “I got it, but I’ll call yall when I’m on the way.”
“Tell Ty we said hiiiiiiii,” Shugg sang before he ended the call.
Logic focused on Tyler as she strutted toward him in a pair of dark green Nike tights, a black sweatshirt, and black Presto Nike gym shoes. Her hair fell over her shoulders and a pair of dark shades covered her eyes. As always, her lips were plump and glossy, causing his dick to slightly stiffen.
“I’m really feeling all these different wigs,” Logic greeted, pushing up from the truck. “What’s that shit Cardi said, switch my wigs, make him feel like he cheatin’.”
“You listen to Jhene, you rap Cardi verses, who are you?” Tyler cocked her head to the side.
“I’m a man of all trades,” he smirked. “What’s up, baby girl?” He pulled her into a hug. Tyler’s arms went around his neck and he buried his head in her hair. When she released him, Logic leaned down and stole a kiss.
“Oop,” Tyler gasped. “Not you just kissing on me.”
“That’s what boyfriends and girlfriends do, right?”
“We not a couple yet, nigga. This is the talking stage, Speedy Gonzalez.”
“Oh, my fault.” He backed up. “I love when your lips all glossed up and shit.”
“I do too.”
“The fuck.” Logic frowned, touching his bottom lip. “Why that shit sting?”
“It’s lip plumper, I just put it on.” Tyler laughed. “That’s what you get for putting your mouth on people.”
“Hell nah.” He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Come here.” He tried to wipe her lips too.
“Stop,” she laughed. “I like it.”
“Next time warn me.”
“How was I supposed to know you were about to go all Rasputia and stick your tongue down my throat?”
“I wanna stick my tongue in other places, but you wanna take it slow,” Logic mocked, causing the butterflies in her chest to flutter. “You ready?”
“Yes.” Tyler smiled as he stepped back to open the door for her.
Sliding in the front seat, Tyler adjusted herself before Logic shut the door.
Settling into the cool leather seat, she noticed that Him All Along by Gunna was playing lowly over the speaker, and it caused her to smile.
The song was fitting because Logic was definitely him, and from what she could see, it didn’t take much effort.
“You hungry?” Logic asked, hopping into the driver’s seat.
“Not really, but if we’re going to get food, I can eat a little bit.”
“Nah, it’s cool. We’ll work up an appetite first.” He winked at her before pulling off.
“I don’t even wanna ask what we're about to do.”
“Some shit I found online. It’s going to be fun…I promise.”
“It better be since you’re kidnapping me.”
“So, you get dressed up and change your wigs for all the kidnappers?”
“Shut up and stop talking about my wigs.”
“When I called, you thought I was someone else. That nigga fuckin with you?” Logic questioned, getting back to how she answered the phone.
“He just keeps calling. I’m about to change my number because it’s becoming a bit excessive.”
“I thought the nigga had papers on you,” he queried.
“He does, but that don’t mean shit. Papers ain’t never stopped a man from crossing the line. Dexter and I have been together since I was seventeen, he’s not going to let go that easy. Those papers and this tether was simply to embarrass me and establish that he still run shit.”
“And do he?”
“What?”
“Run shit?”
“No.”
“Good.” Logic nodded. “But I’m going to handle that situation for you.”
“You don’t have to do that.” Tyler shook her head. “I don’t want you getting caught up in my mess.”
“We’re boyfriend and girlfriend now. Your mess is my mess.”
“We are not boyfriend and girlfriend,” she gawked. “I didn’t agree to that.”
“You let me play in your pussy, baby girl... we go together.”
“I was under the influence.”
“Yea, of this dick.”
“Haha, very funny. All jokes aside though, I don’t need you stepping to Dexter.”
“What I look like pursuing you and I can’t make ya ex nigga back off?”
“You’re pursuing me?” Tyler arched her eyebrow.
“Fuck yea. Got me out here planning date nights and shit.”
“You’ve never planned a date night?”
“Fuck nah. I mean I’ve been on a date but never went through these lengths to plan it.”
“Should I feel special?” Tyler cocked her head to the side.
“Hell yea,” Logic blurted, making her laugh out loud. “I was on Google trying to find some out-of-the-box shit for us to do. My assistant-
“Assistant?” She grinned. “Come on Big League. I know that’s right.”
“Chill.” He looked away bashfully.
“What’s this assistant's name?”
“Alicia.”
“Hm.”
“What?”
“It won’t be long before she assisting you with other shit, like your dick in her mouth.”
“Nah. It’s not that type of party. She cool, but it’s strictly work. Plus, I have a girlfriend.”
“Who?”
“You, the fuck!”
“Boy.” Tyler turned her head to face the window. He didn’t need to see her tinted cheeks. “I needed to get out of the house anyway. So, whatever you and Alicia got planned, sign me up.”
“How that other situation going?” Logic asked.
Tyler cringed inwardly. Her battle with pills had become the elephant in the room. She hated that he was asking but appreciated that he cared enough to ask.
“It’s a struggle,” she answered honestly. “Some days I’m ok, and other days I’m taking shots of Don Julio to help curb the crave. Is it foolproof? No. Is it working? For the moment.”
“As long as you keep pushing.” Logic reached over to stroke her knee. “Right?”
“Right.” She gave him a reassuring smile.
They both knew alcohol was simply a substitute for what she really wanted, and it was only a matter of time before the urge became too strong. Tyler was literally hanging on by a thread, but as long as she was trying, Logic was going to be by her side.
“Where are your co-conspirators?” Tyler asked, changing the subject.
“My co-conspirators?” Logic chuckled. “You funny, but they at the crib.”
“Whaaaat, they let you out the house alone?”
“Why say it like that?”
“They some lil piranhas. Did you see how they knocked on the door when we were in the guest house? They were on some topflight security shit.”
“Chill,” Logic chortled. “They just territorial as hell.”
“I’m kidding, I like it. Is it just yall?” Tyler asked, turning to face him.
“Yea.”
“Where are your parents?”
Sighing, Logic gripped the steering wheel and focused on the road.
Many people didn’t know about his home life, and he liked it that way.
Growing up in the projects had taught him to keep people at arm’s length.
Logic had seen the strongest men fall to their knees because they trusted the wrong person.
Then again, he couldn’t keep asking her to trust him and he was holding back.
Opening the armrest, Logic pulled out a prefilled blunt and a lighter.
“Do you mind?” he asked.
“No,” Tyler replied, staring at him.
“My pops dipped after the twins were born. I haven’t seen him in like thirteen, fourteen years. He couldn’t handle the responsibilities that came with being the man of the house, so he left in the middle of the night and never looked back.”
“Oh my god.” Tyler found herself reaching across the console to stroke his forearm. Logic appreciated the soothing gesture, but when it came to his father, his feelings were nonexistent. The nigga was weak, and Logic didn’t hold an ounce of emotion for him.
“I’m straight, sweetheart, I don’t even remember that nigga,” he stated, and it was the truth.
“What about your mom?” Tyler dug a little deeper.
This time she saw the flicker of emotion in his eyes. Logic’s jaw clenched as he lifted the blunt to his lips. Deeply inhaling, Logic filled his lungs with smoke before passing the blunt to her.
“She left too.” He exhaled a thick cloud of smoke.
“You lying.” Tyler covered her mouth, damn near choking. “She left with your dad?”
“Nah.” Logic shook his head. “She met some nigga and he became her priority. On my 16th birthday she moved to Las Vegas to be with that bum.”
“And she left the piranhas with you?”
“Yea.”
“I know you fucking lying!” Tyler screeched. Suddenly, the twins’ attachment to him made sense. “Are you serious?”
“Dead ass.”