College Is Like A Chronic Migraine [Murder Drones Human College AU]

Do You Want Rants? Because This Is How You Get Rants!

As J stormed back to N's dorm, her frustration and resentment bubbling over, she couldn't help but feel a sense of betrayal lingering in the air. Thad, ever the loyal friend, had peaced out with N's clothes, leaving J to stew in her own anger. But she wasn't about to let that stop her from venting to Doll about the injustices she felt had been inflicted upon her.

"Can you believe V just left me at the library like that?" J fumed, throwing her bag down on the couch with a huff. "She's acting all high and mighty, like she's never done anything wrong in her life."

Doll listened quietly, her expression unreadable as J launched into her tirade. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt gnawing at her conscience, knowing that she had been the one to call V in the first place.
 
"And then she has the nerve to call me out for not being 'proud' of having N as a sibling?" J continued, her voice rising with indignation. "Like she's some kind of saint all of a sudden."

Doll sighed inwardly, knowing that J's stubbornness was like trying to reason with a brick wall. But she couldn't bring herself to agree with J's skewed perspective, no matter how much it might have eased the tension between them.

"J, I think you're being a little unfair," Doll said, choosing her words carefully. "V may not have been there for N in the past, but that doesn't mean she can't try to make things right now."

J scoffed, rolling her eyes in frustration. "Yeah, well, it's too little, too late if you ask me. She's just trying to wash away her guilt instead of actually helping her brother."

Doll nodded in understanding, not wanting to escalate the situation any further. "I hear what you're saying, J, but maybe V's just trying to do what she thinks is best. And maybe we should give her the benefit of the doubt."

J frowned, clearly not convinced by Doll's reasoning. "Well, I still think she's a hypocrite," she muttered under her breath.

"And then she had the nerve to call me out for being prejudiced!" J exclaimed, her voice tinged with indignation. "Like, am I wrong for feeling the way I do?"

Doll, however, didn't mince words. "Yes, you are."

J frowned, taken aback by Doll's straightforward response. "See, that just doesn't make any sense," she retorted, frustration evident in her tone.

But Doll remained firm in her stance, refusing to validate J's prejudiced views. She knew deep down that J's attitude towards N stemmed from her own insecurities and biases, and she couldn't condone it.

As J continued to grumble about V's supposed ulterior motives, Doll nodded along, though inwardly she couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. She knew she had played a part in revealing N's whereabouts to his family, and now she regretted it more than ever.

But for the sake of maintaining peace with J, Doll chose to keep her thoughts to herself, silently hoping that J would eventually see the error of her ways and come to understand the importance of supporting N, no matter what.

* * *

Lizzy sat across from V in their hotel room, watching her with a concerned expression as she noticed the troubled look on her wife's face. She knew V well enough to recognize when something was bothering her, and she wasn't about to let it go unaddressed.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Lizzy asked gently, reaching out to place a comforting hand on V's arm. "You've seemed off since we left the library. Is everything okay?"

V sighed heavily, her shoulders slumping with the weight of her thoughts. "I don't know, Lizzy. I just... I can't shake this feeling of guilt," she admitted, her voice tinged with remorse. "I feel terrible about how I treated N when we were kids."