“Not too much.” Spice took her phone back.
“Well, listen,” Tyler spoke, and both girls leaned in close to suck up whatever she was about to say. “If they are nice and treat you good, then yea, go to the dance with them, but that’s it. Yall are both smart, pretty, and it takes more than a dance for a boy to be your boyfriend.”
“So, we shouldn’t make it official?” Shugg inquired.
“No. You don’t need a boyfriend right now. As fun as you think it is, trust me, it’s not all that. Sure, it looks cool to have someone to hold your hand and walk you to class, but then what’s next? Other girls claiming him and all that extra high school stuff?”
“She got a point.” Spice glanced at her twin. “Because since Louis asked me, Brandi has been moving a lil funny. She didn’t even sit with us at lunch.”
“And she ain’t gotta worry about sitting with us after she get out her feelings,” Shugg snapped.
“Ok, now dresses,” Spice changed the subject as someone knocked on the door.
Logic didn’t give them a chance to answer it because he stalked from the back and snatched it open. When his eyes landed on Ms. G, Logic stepped to the side so she could enter.
“Well, hello to you too,” she greeted, handing him the bag she was carrying. “Say you was waiting on me without saying you was waiting on me,” she flirted.
“Always.” Logic took her coat. “Who dropped you off?”
“My son. He would’ve came in, but his little girl is sick and that wife of his is being dramatic. Did yo triflin’ mama get here yet?”
“Nah.”
“Good.” Ms. G pursed her lips. “I been waiting to give her a piece of my mind.”
“No need.” Logic took her overnight bag. “I’m already on it.”
“I hear you.” She rubbed her hands together. “Well, where is this girl you’re going out with. I need to meet the hussy that’s got my baby all blushing and shit.”
“Don’t tell her that.” He looked away bashfully. “She already got a nigga chasin’ her.”
“And ain’t nothing wrong with that. I had all the boys chasin’ me,” Ms. G said sassily, making her way into the living room.
“Hey Ms. G!” Spice and Shugg greeted, pushing up from the couch.
“There go my girls,” she cooed, taking the twins in her arms. She planted a kiss on both of their foreheads before pulling back. Scanning the living room, her eyes landed on Tyler, causing her to pause. As if she’d seen a ghost, Ms. G's skin grew clammy, and she started violently choking.
“Coronavirus,” Spice joked, waving her hand in her face.
“Aht, aht.” Shugg covered her nose and mouth. “We love you, Ms. G, but I been working on my ballroom hustle, I can’t miss this dance.”
“See if she need some water!” Logic barked. “Don’t be rude.”
“You right, you right.” Spice nodded her head. “Do you want some water, cough drops, or a face mask?”
“N-no, I’m ok.” Ms. G gathered her bearings, still focused on Tyler, who was now standing to her feet, slightly concerned.
“She probably just starstruck. Don’t worry, Ms. G, you not the only one. We tried to smother the girl when we first met her, but we’re passed all that,” Shugg promised, standing next to Tyler.
“How you doing, sweetheart?” Ms. G smiled, holding her chest.
“I’m fine.” Tyler approached her. “Are you ok?”
“Yes, you just look so familiar.”
“This is Ty, also known as beat a nigga with a Birkin Ty,” Shugg introduced. “Beat the nigga with a Birkin, if he get slick, leave the nigga jerkin,” she freestyled.
“Aye!” Logic barked. “Cut it out.”
