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?
Trey: I mean; she's partying right now. I wouldn't wanna stop her, you know? Maybe when she's just chillin' I'll go talk to her.
Myaa: Hmm, sure.
Trey: What?
Myaa: Ha, it's okay, she'll come around.
Trey: ... Pour me up again.
Myaa: Again?
Trey: Yeah.
(Shakur approaches Trey)
Shakur: Yo, wassup.
(Trey and Shakur shake hands)
Trey: This a nice crib. I ain't know this many people would be here.
Shakur: It's always hella' people at my parties.
Trey: Yeah? Happy birthday.
Shakur: Appreciate it.
(Myaa gives Trey a cup full of liquor)
Shakur: You drink that shit too?
Trey: Not always.
Shakur: That shit is disgusting.
Trey: It ain't that bad.
(Trey takes a sip of the liquor)
Shakur: It ain't kicked in for my sister yet, but she gone start acting crazy as hell in a minute. Just wait til' it kick in. She can't handle her liquor for shit, but she gets drunk damn near everyday.
(Trey and Lisa make eye contact)
Lisa Trey
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(Lisa approaches Trey)
Myaa: ...
Lisa: Hey, Pootie.
(Trey and Lisa hug)
Lisa: What you doing with that cup in yo' hand?
Trey: Awe, this?
Lisa: You ain't even the type.
Trey: ...
(Trey drinks the rest of the liquor in his cup in one swallow)
