Scottie knew for a fact she’d been keeping her shit under wraps. Of course, she was fucking with someone on the side. Logic wasn’t ready to commit, and she wasn’t about to put all her eggs in one basket.
“Oh, you thought because I didn’t comment on the situation you thought a nigga was stupid?” He cocked his head to the side. “I don’t give a fuck what you do with that pussy, shorty. It ain’t mine and hasn’t been for years. I fuck you because I’m too lazy to find another bitch to lay up with.”
“Lo, I-” Scottie panicked.
“There’s no need to explain because I don’t give a fuck. I’m about to go back in here and chill.”
“What about me?”
“You can either chill or move the fuck around.”
“And what about her?” Scottie chewed her lip.
“Oh, she ain’t going nowhere.” Logic backed away from her. “Either way, make sure you keep shit copacetic,” he tossed over his shoulder before coolly bopping back into the house.
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“I′m straight from the bottom, still hangin’ with thugs. Criminals, please, don′t throw no subliminals. Hangin’ with niggas I know who'll get rid of you.”
Bigxthaplug blared over the speakers in the cloudy living room. LED strips lined the ceiling, giving the space a club feel. Red Solo cups and blunts floated freely, giving people the courage to socialize. Logic searched the crowded living room for Tyler and found her swaying next to her best friend. Like always, she was in her own world. With the cup in her hand, she bobbed her head, commanding his attention without much effort. When their eyes met, Tyler smiled, forcing a grin to stretch across his face.
“Nigga.” Al stepped up beside him.
“What?” Logic grinned.
“You know what. I thought we decided you was gone leave that situation alone. I told yo ass you couldn’t keep her.”
“Yea, but that shit went in one ear and out the other.” Logic patted his shoulder before making his way toward Tyler.
Standing in front of her, he stared into her glossy eyes and then peered down in her half-empty cup. Logic wasn’t stupidenough to think the liquor had her pupils dilated, but he also didn’t want to offend her by bringing it up. He’d never knock the next person's vice, but his girl wouldn’t be a pill popper, and he had plans on making her his.
“Hiiiii,” Tyler cooed.
“What’s up, baby girl, how you feeling?” He slipped his fingers in her belt loops, connecting their hips.
“Good. I needed this,” she purred. “I’m a lil tipsy too so don’t let your thrash mouth girlfriend attack me.”
“Thrash mouth, the fuck is that?”
“White ass tongue.”
“Man what?” He laughed. “How you know what that girl got in her mouth?”
“Because when she was calling me gothic, I saw her white ass tongue.” Tyler tooted her lips. “And you used to kiss that girl. Ugh.”
“I kissed her when we were in a relationship, but that’s about it. I don’t go around kissing people. My lips selective as fuck.”
“Sure they are,” Tyler simpered. “You all in my face like you wanna kiss me.”
“I do. I wanna suck the shit out of these glossy ass lips.”
“Y-y-you can’t talk to me like that,” she stuttered.
“Why not?”
“Because I’m under the influence and I might let you.”
“So, you gotta be under the influence to kiss me?”
