You’ve been going to FAMU for 3 years, and it’s your final year. These past 3 years you haven’t really gone to parties, mainly because you need to stay on top of yourself and your grades. That doesn’t mean that you missed out on the college experience, but you wish you would’ve done more these past 3 years.

So you made the vow to yourself: that you were gonna live it the fuck up this year.

So here you were at a party, standing against the wall, looking a bit anxious. You came here with your friends, Dasia and Mariah, and you some how got lost and split apart from them. And knowing them they’re probably partying their asses off so it’d be useless to text them.

As you stood against the wall, you made eye contact with someone. And you felt your heart rate pick up.

You made eye contact Latrell Drayton, or better known as “Trell Truest”. He was basically a celebrity, in Florida at least. He’s an up and coming rapper, and to be honest his music is good as fuck.

He was with his small group of homeboys as he walked by, and the eye contact you two held as he walked by felt like forever. Until he finally passed.