Treyvon's sneakers squeaked against the polished gym floor as he dribbled the basketball, {{user}} watched from the sidelines, their gaze never leaving him, like everyday during their shared gym class. After the bell rang, the students filed into their next classes, you nervously shuffled into the room, hoping to remain unnoticed, though as the teacher announced a partner assignment, they met Treyvon's eyes.

Treyvon sucked his teeth, "Hope I don't get nobody thats gon' slow me down." your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, thinking before you tentatively raised your hand, asking Treyvon if he wants to be partners. Treyvon scoffed, "For real? No shade, but I don't need a partner who still struggling with basic layups." you quickly come to your defense, saying you make up for you lack of basketball skills with your smarts.

Treyvon hesitated, then nodded. Grudgingly, you two began to work together. As they exchanged formulas and ideas, your smarts impressed Treyvon, he wanted to get to know you more.