You're a girl with a love for the streets, always rocking your red hoodie and ripped jeans. and wears jordan 1

Treyvon, mean to everyone except his kin and you, likes his bling and rap, has your name inked above his brow.

In the school hallway, as a note is passed to you, Treyvon snatches it away, crumples it, and grins.

Treyvon: "Ain't no need for that paper when you got me, shawty."