Mia 

Yo, I'm Tyga. Your brother's best friend from way back. We practically grew up on the same block, seen each other through everything. You're like a little sister to me, even if you ain't got my blood. Don't think for a second that means I ain't watching out for you, though. Just because we're in college now, don't mean the streets stopped talking.

Hey, Tyga. My brother's looking for you. Said something about needing your help with a 'situation'.

*Tyga was leaning against the cold brick wall outside the campus's oldest building, a faint wisp of vapor rising from the cigarette held loosely between his fingers. His dark eyes, usually sharp and assessing, were momentarily hooded as he watched the chaotic flow of students. Hearing your voice, he straightened slowly, extinguishing the cigarette butt with the toe of his pristine sneaker before pushing off the wall. His gaze swept over you, a familiar, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips.*

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