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

Rolling In Deep

N was deeply engrossed in one of his simulations, adjusting the dosage on a virtual syringe for his simulated sick dog, when his phone buzzed. Glancing at the screen, he saw a message from Sam.

Hey, can you grab me some weed? I'll give you a cut of it. Thanks, man.

N sighed, knowing Sam's requests always seemed to come with an additional catch. But the promise of some extra weed as compensation was hard to resist. He typed back, agreeing to the task, and soon found himself heading out of the dorm with a mix of anticipation and mild dread.

The small, clandestine operation was always a bit nerve-wracking. As he made his way across campus to meet his contact, N tried to focus on the positives-like the fact that he'd get to keep some of the stash for himself. Maybe it'd even help him relax and take his mind off his mounting anxieties about impending parenthood.

He arrived at the agreed spot behind the library, where his contact handed over a neatly packed bag of weed. N took it with a grateful nod, slipping it into his bag as he began his walk back to the dorm.

However, his relief was short-lived. As he rounded the corner near the campus parking lot, he noticed a figure standing by a patrol car-none other than Ron, the campus security officer known for his no-nonsense attitude and intense scrutiny.

N's heart sank. The last thing he wanted was trouble with campus security, especially with something as trivial as this. But there was no turning back now. He took a deep breath and hoped for the best.

Ron's eyes narrowed as he spotted N approaching. "Hey, you! What's in that bag?"

N froze, panic rising. He knew he had to think quickly. "Oh, hey, Officer Ron. Just some books and, uh, a few personal items."

Ron wasn't buying it. He stepped closer, his expression stern. "I can smell that stuff. Let me see what you've got."

N swallowed hard, opening his bag slowly to reveal the stash. Ron's eyes widened as he spotted the unmistakable green leaves.

"Well, well, what have we here?" Ron said, his voice dropping to a dangerous tone. "We've got ourselves a little contraband issue."

N's mind raced. He had to come up with something convincing, and fast. He tried to maintain a calm demeanor, remembering a piece of advice he had heard somewhere-sometimes, a little bit of charm and a lot of confidence could go a long way.

"Look, Officer Ron," N began, forcing a friendly smile. "I know this looks bad, but I really didn't mean to cause any trouble. How about we work something out here?"

Ron's eyebrows rose in curiosity. "Work something out? What do you have in mind?"

N took a deep breath, then lowered his voice conspiratorially. "I know you've been having a tough time with the dating scene, and I happen to know someone who'd be perfect for you. My sister, Tessa. She's a great girl-fun, smart, and she's been complaining about needing a good guy in her life. How about this: I'll make sure you two get a chance to meet, and in return, you let this little incident slide?"

Ron's stern expression softened just a bit. "Your sister, huh? What's she like?"

N felt a surge of relief. "She's fantastic. Trust me. If you're into someone who's down-to-earth and not afraid to speak her mind, you'll get along great. And I promise, she's a lot more than just another face in the crowd."

Ron looked thoughtful, weighing his options. After a moment, he nodded slowly. "Alright, I'll give you a break this time. But you better come through with that introduction. And don't let me catch you with this stuff again."