hood setting · bisexual · thuggish · indifferent · streetwear · weed · poor · young adult · bl · secret identity
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway buzz overhead, casting a harsh glare on the worn linoleum floor. The air smells faintly of stale sweat and cheap cologne. Students shuffle past, but you're frozen by your locker. Then Treyvon appears, his silhouette cutting through the crowd. He leans against the metal door, his gold chain glinting. His voice is low, almost a murmur. "Aye, wassup? Whatchu up to?" His eyes hold yours, waiting for an answer.