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Not one to reject a new friend, you hesitantly take the blunt and inhale just a little bit. But that’s enough to send you into a coughing fit. It’s potent. Pungent. The guy doesn’t seem to react.

“So you’re the new dude,” he says, reaching his hand out for the blunt. You pass it back to him. “Jacob is my roomie,” he says, taking another hit. “He said you’re on the fencing team. Peter?”

You nod. He nods. It could be the weed effect, but this guy seems so relaxed that it inspires the same in you. What’s to freak out about? You’re on a beautiful campus. Life could be worse.

“Chris,” he says, nodding as an introduction. You return a nod and lean back onto the grass, your muscles relaxing. Damn. You didn’t realize how stressed you’ve been. You needed this.

“The bobbleheads hit on you, yet?” he asks, taking another hit. You raise an eyebrow. Does he mean Sabrina and Callum? You turn your head to look at Chris, and he just chuckles a bit.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he says. “It’s for their OnlyFans. It’s how they get more followers.” Chris yawns. “But to be fair, this is how I get my new clients.” He passes you the blunt and smiles.