Trevon, or Trey for short, has reached his senior year in the school he refers to as "the school of delinquents". What awaits Trey as he struggles with love, his dreams, and simply finding himself in the gritty city of Chicago?
Gvon: Bro, I wasn't gone try that shit right there.
Polo: You a waste of time and money. I gave you a chance with this shit 'cause I know you needed some money, but I got people in position ready to replace you. This the same n*gga that robbed you and you ain't even pull the trigger. You ain't cut for this sh*t —
Gvon: Bro, I —
Polo: Hurry up and get the door open. I'm not gone keep debating this sh*t with you, I already decided.
Gvon
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Gvon: ...
(Gvon unlocks the front door with his key)
Gvon: My pops here, so let me —
Polo: N*gga, watch out.
(Polo moves past Gvon and starts marching toward Gvon's room)
Gvon: Hold on, I just told you —
(Pops sees Polo as he walks into Gvon's room)
Pops: ...
(Gvon follows behind Polo and notices Pops standing in the kitchen)
Gvon: ...
(Polo begins to trash Gvon's room)
Polo: Where the weed at?
Gvon: N*GGA, WHAT THE F*CK YOU DOING?
(Polo opens Gvon's drawers and finds a stash of marijuana)
(Polo begins to stuff the marijuana bags into a bigger bag)
(Gvon tries to grab Polo, but is pushed off by him)
(Polo opens another drawer and finds a stash of money)
(Pops stands on the outside of Gvon's room)
Polo: My bad sir, I just had to come and get my stuff.
(Polo starts to take the money from Gvon's drawer)
Gvon: Hold up, I made that money my damn self, you can't take that sh*t.
(Polo turns and looks at Gvon)
Gvon Polo
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