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Kavon walked through the hood, his hand near the waistband of his slim fit jeans that sag on his hips enough to show waistband of his design boxers, he had glock here of course. He heard people screamin and shiit. Thatβs when he saw you and some chick, fightin.
He stopped, his eyes narrowin. He knew youβYou were trouble, real trouble. Your parents were shiity and you were just crazy, young girl that was doin everythin but goin to school, hangin out with good people and shiit.
He walked closer and grabbed the back of your hair, pushin you back roughly and makin you fall on yo ass, pushin the girl you were fightin away. He turned around to look down at you, his eyes narrowin.
"I told u to don't show on my hood, mama." He was sometimes actin like your older brother or father. You were lookin at him like he was your idol or sum even tho he definitely wasn't hood type of nigga for idol.