“Don’t play with me,” he gritted against her ear. “Don’t make me fuck you up. Have you walking in the club with a fat ass lip.”
Everyone standing next to them turned their attention elsewhere. They heard Dexter’s threat loud and clear. Thiswasn’t their first time witnessing Dexter being rough with Tyler, yet neither of them ever intervened.
“Not you bothered by a compliment from a random ass nigga,” Tyler laughed, yanking away from him.
“You think that shit funny?” He stepped in her face. “I’ll slap the fuck outta you in this bitch and dare a nigga to help you up.”
“Dex, if you put your hands on me, we’re both going to jail tonight.”
“I’m not worried.”
“But you’re worried about a random comment from a guy I don’t even know,” Tyler snorted. “So, yea, I think it’s funny.”
“I’mma see how funny that shit is later,” Dex threatened. “Let’s go.” He yanked on her arm.
“Aht aht, Aria is waiting for me.” She backed out of his grasp. “I’ll see you at the club.”
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About an hour later, Logic fumbled with his phone, getting pissed that his passcode wasn’t working. He told his sisters that he didn’t want a dumbass iPhone, but they swore it was the best thing since welfare. They young asses didn’t know shit about welfare, so he didn’t know why he listened to them. Now he was locked out for five minutes, and the dumb shit switched the lock screen picture to the rude ass cutie he bumped into backstage at the concert. Logic didn’t even have any pictures of her in his phone, so he knew the iPhone was bullshit.
“Aye, call my phone,” he requested, glancing over at Al, who was sitting in the passenger seat, bobbing his head to Logic’s new hit. The song was only on YouTube with a couple thousandhits, but Al was proud of his boy. Getting him to release the song was like pulling teeth, but after much convincing, Logic dropped the song and allowed the universe to do its thing.
“Yo phone in yo hand.” Al cast his eyes down to the phone in Logic’s hand.
“No shit, Sherlock. The dumb shit locked. I need to see if it’ll ring.”
“Oh.” Al shook his head. “For you to be so young, you act like a fucking dinosaur. How you lock yourself out of your phone?”
“Shut up and call me.” Logic made a mental note to get his Android back. Steve Jobs and the whole Apple organization could suck his dick.
Al gave him the finger before doing as he was told. Unlocking his phone, he clicked on Logic’s number and waited for the phone to ring. Logic stared at the phone in his palms, waiting to feel it vibrate, but nothing happened. No lights, no ringing, no fucking vibration.
“See this some bul-
“Hello?” A soft voice yelled over the music.
“Uh, who this?” Al curiously asked, glancing over at Logic, who sat all the way up in his seat.
Beep beep beep
“The fuck?” Logic frowned, snatching the phone.
He redialed his number only for it to ring once and then go to voicemail. His fucking voicemail. “Yo this Lo, hit me later or not at all.” Vexed, Logic called again, and this time the same soft voice flowed through, only this time she was rapping.
“I just got a wax, pussy looking like Steve Harvey. He put that horse to work and fuck around and call it Charlie. Gimmehead bop,”she slurred. “Who is this and why you keep calling my phone? Wait, how’d you even get this number? Ari, these groupies got my number again.”
“Aye, I’m calling my phone and yo tone deaf ass keep answering it. Who is this?” Logic questioned, but he already knew who it was. Her voice was distinct, and even when she talked, it sounded like she was singing.
“Big Glo,” she clowned.
“Nigga you got Glorilla phone?” Al excitedly asked. “Aye, tell her you rap! Matter fact, just bust a flow. See if she with that nigga Gotti! CMG in this bitch. I’m not from Memphis, but I can get with that shit mane.”
“Move.” Logic switched the phone to his other ear while glaring at his best friend. “Look, you got my shit, tell me where you at and I'll meet you so we can switch.”
“Now, in a world full of sex traffickers, why would I tell you where I'm at? What if you trying to set me up and sell my coochie on OnlyFans?”
“Bro, you got my fucking phone!” Logic bellowed.
