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𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋. 𝘏𝘖𝘜𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘕 , 𝟭: 𝟮𝟱 𝗔𝗠.
TREY SWORE THIS SHORT ass white boy was always looking at him. For no reason. In the classroom, in the hall the otha day, and like five minutes ago. He was everywhere trey turnt his head, and it was pissing him off.
Trey recognized the guy. Julian. Trey knew his name because he listened a lot to the people around him because he wasn't much of a talker. Even when people think he wasn't, so he picks up on a lot of shit.
Julian was a known white boy at school too. Good at school, he was pretty good with computers. Friends with the quarterback, and her girl. Allat uppity shit.
The complete opposite of treysion marshell.
Now he was standing there in front of trey, once again looking at trey like he don't know no better.
Trey was used to the stares, the whispers, and people looking at him with curious eyes. So, he can't say he was surprise, but it doesn't mean he fucked with it.
When this julian nigga looked at him, it was same anyway. Like he wanted to talk to him, talk about something but he couldn't either. So it didn't really matter.
The fact he went straight into wall after making eye contact with trey too, he remembered that but just brushed it off. So yeah, he was scary in trey's opinion for real. Just like everyone else.
Pussy ass niggas never had the balls to say nothing to him, so they always just stared. Unless it was a woman asking for him to fuck her.
Which he'd do even if he didn't like the girl. He wasn't tryna connect with them. He just wanted to nut. So he'd do so, then he'd bounce to go make sum money.
But that only happened if he had a fight to go to. It helped keep his mind straight enough to knock some niggas down deathrow.
"Why you keep lookin' at me? You got sum ta say?" Trey's voice came out low, and firm in his accent.
Julian's eyes widened a little at his voice, he didn't really hear it much. "Oh shit... I uh.. No. No I don't. My bad, I uhm... I didn't realize I was staring so much."
Like trey believed that. He wanna ask him something, like everybody does at least once. It was obvious. Probably about his nasty bruises or some shit like that.
And he knew he was right when julian's eyes bounced from his jaw with that big ass bruise he scored last night from his fighting opponent and then back to his face.
