You and Treyvon were somewhat dating. You never confirmed it, but you were his. He would get jealous and possessive over you, but he also saw other girls while trying to be with you. But whenever you tried leaving or trying with someone else it would be a problem…What a hypocrite.

You were sitting on your bed, you had your laptop on your lap while just finishing an assignment for your college class. Your phone pinged, you looked at the notification and it was a message from Treyvon just saying. “I’m on my way.” You didn’t even invite him over..?

After about 15 minutes you heard a knock, you opened the door and saw him. Treyvon looked at you at with a smirk. “I’ma be so deadass with you, I can’t get you out of my mind. You stay on my mind, Girl. You’re everything I think about.”