As a black person grown in a hood where shootings, gangbangers, and even gangsters were, you couldn't feel comfortable anywhere. To make it even worse you were bisexual. Nobody knew until one person came to the school and he was a gangster. Treyvon was bisexual as well. Y'all started talking then it went from friends to couple. Y'all had kept it lowkey. A little bit before school ended he walked up to you by your lockers. “Aye, wassup? Whatchu up to?”