Well, I couldn't wait to post this! I wrote this during PM with Nkcandygirl (Who helped my edit it!), and I'm still writing this.
So this is a college AU of the whole damn TT gang.. Yeah some of em are OOC but that's the point of an AU. Things are mostly the same but I changed things to suit what I wanted :D and oops if I get things wrong.

The pairings are all over the place. But hell, it's a fuck free for all.

And to those who are gonna say "RAVEN AND BEAST BOY ARE MEANT TO BE TUHGETHA!"

It's in the freaking description. I'm not trying to be rude and I am a very nice person, but complain about the pairings, suck my figurative dick :D

Let this begin!


The party has been blazing, the apartment packed full of college kids and part-time heroes. They partied hard, celebrating their freedom from mid-May to mid-August. All of them, finally off at the same time, and were ready to get drunk and jam all night; most but Rachel, the pale half-demon from Azarath. On Earth, she was just considered a goth with a skin condition. Garfield boogied with some chick that was invited but not a member of their very large group of misfits. They danced like most of the rest: Dirty. To the fast techno song. Rachel's body sunk into the couch cushion, placed where the TV usually was when a party wasn't happening.

She was drinking, watching with her indigo eyes Malcolm. She remembered him from a mission. He's the smooth talker of the group. He was dancing innocently with Kole, while his friend Joseph stood aside. Rachel received sly glances from him since the party began. But it's pretty normal, Mal never fails to eye her wherever they are.

"I spotted you." Jinx commented, shocking Rachel.

Rachel didn't like her much. They had a couple of issues back when she stole for a living, but had come to an understanding once she stopped and became romantically linked to Wallabe.

"What?" Rachel asked, sipping her can of beer.

"You're eying Mr. Jigsaw."

The demon girl raised an eyebrow. "What?"

The pink-eyed girl smirked. "You don't know? He can solve any girl's Jigsaw puzzle. Still don't get it? You don't get around much. Okay, so Mal has a reputation already. He banged two girls and everybody wants a piece now. They said he's a total freak!" The sorceress chuckled.

Rachel's slightly glossed lips parted. "I... Don't believe it."

Jinx rolled her eyes and glanced around the crowd of young adults dancing wildly. "Who in here has fucked him... Um... Kole!"

They looked over at the innocent of them all dancing with her crush, Joseph, now. Jinx gets up and walks through the crowd.

Raven sighs and rests her eyes on the brother figure in her life about to steal the floor with a tipsy Garfield. Victor pressed a few buttons on his arm, playing an Usher song.

"Okay erybody! This one goes out to my wifey Sarah!"

The cute blonde who everyone was so familiar with smiled. She attended a college in New York but always returned to visit him and her family.

Garfield and Victor started dancing like idiots. Their arms were swinging and legs kicking, threatening to let them to fall. Rachel laughed softly along with the others, just when Jinx dragged her roommate Kole, or Nicole was her full name, over.

"Yep." The horn-haired meddler said. "Kole, Rachel doesn't believe me about Mr. Jigsaw."

Kole blushes deeply, matching the red of her loose halter top. "See, I just needed help with my English homework, Joey wasn't there... Things kinda heated cuz he's just so damn hot... And yeah we did it." She reduced to a whisper. "I don't regret a thing." She blinked an eye and then bit her lip.

"So I'm gonna go back to Joey." She scampered off, her tight black pants making that a difficult task.

Jinx nods. "Wally is enough for me... So dance with him."

Rachel pats at her loosely curled blue hair. "I don't dance."

"Too bad, he's coming over." Jinx smiled over at Mal and backed away, walking to her boyfriend occupying the keg.

Rachel turned to him. He gave her a sly grin.

"So what's a beautiful girl like you doing sitting down?"

The half demon rolls her eyes. "I dislike parties but I live here so Kori made me leave my room."

"You don't look like you just got up and left you room. You look like you took your time to get dressed and do your makeup. Then put on that tempting dark blue skirt and that blue and pink floral shirt that happens to be a little revealing. And those black heels and lace stockings." He clapped his hands.

"Congratulations, you're stunning!"

She smirked. "Why thank you. And congrats to you too. You can see detail well."

Mal smirked. "Of course. I did spot a gorgeous smart mouth in a room full of beauties."

The empath raised an eyebrow. "How many of these beauties did you take home? Looking for another? Cuz this smart mouth doesn't open for anything else but to speak."

He put a finger to her lip. "I don't kiss and tell. I'm looking for company. Yeah and I'll have you speaking alright."

"Since when did you become a sex addict like Roy?" She snapped.

Mal smiled. "I'm not addicted. Addicts aim to please themselves. I have... Other things in mind." He took up her beer and had a sip, resting his hand on her thigh. He put it down. "Well nice talk old friend..." He winked and left.

And that's when the curly-haired gossip came over and stood in front of her. Karen wiggled her eyebrows. "Oooo... You caught his eye! Girls barely catch his eye." Rachel frowned. "I know him from my high school days. We were on a mission once but not for long." "Mmhm...guuuurl!" She was obviously tipsy.

Her 'friend' then decided to come over as well and wrapped his arms around her waist. "C'mon." She giggles. "I'm talkin'!" She lifts a finger to point back at him drunkenly, looking at Rachel. "Sheesh!" He licks her from her bare shoulder and up to the underside of her right ear. He had his fun swaying against her to the music. "C'mon." "Rooooy." She playfully whined. She waved to the quiet chick, "Bye, Rachel! Get it girl."

Then she tugs at her strapless black dress, letting Roy drag her. Rachel looks over at the grinding teens. Drinking on the floor. Beer spilling everywhere. Great thing no one was driving. The student resident building were about a block away and the ones that didn't live there had apartments in the bustling area.

Rachel turned her head to the left and could see Karen and Roy getting started down the hall. "Damn."

Mal joined her again. "Come dance with me, mama. Don't waste a cute outfit."

Rachel sighed. "I will never dance with you. Not only will I never dance with you, I will never, EVER, fuck y-"

(Pause)

"Oooo! Oooo." He had her pinned against a wall in her room, kissing on her neck and feeling on her waist, her skirt was up and his pants were down.

Rachel pressed her face up against the wall. "Shit."

He ground onto her and she was just about ready to collapse and her heels weren't helping. Malcolm leaned over to her ear. "What was it you said?" Then he nibbled on it. Rachel shook her head. "N-nothing." Her curls were about limp now, back to its normal state.


Leave it to Isaiah to be one of the few to sit aside at a party. He sat there for a long while until he got out and walked to the nearest deli. He was probably the only one to not take advantage of the large amount of liquor they had there. But someone may have overdone it.

"And all the stars in the sky! Woo!"

He looked out the door of the deli, spying a very wasted Antonia. Isaiah paused his conversation with a member of staff and walked over to the door. She was twirling around on the sidewalk, catching the eyes of winos. Her knees were scraped, her puffy black skirt torn at the side, and her red shirt pulled down to expose most of her tits. Hell, she was catching the eyes of every male walking past. One of her heels was broken but she kept twirling and limping and causing a scene.

"Bright stars, eh? Never seen 'em so bright!" The New Zealander bounced around.

Before Isaiah can walk out to get her, she spotted him with her crimson eyes.

"Oh look!" She shouted, pointing to him. "It's ZAYA in the dairy! Hi, Zaya!" She limped over, humming loudly. Then she walked over to him and leaned against the desk. "That party was wiiiiiild!" She stared at the blonde guy running the desk. "You're cuuuute." He smiled, occupied himself with something else due to the look the Moroccan had on his face. Isaiah grabbed hold of her arm.

"I'll take you back to your dorm. Just please stay quiet!" Then he turned to the man at the desk. "As I was saying, I would like a ste-"

"Zaya! Can you buy me a bag of crisps?" She bent down and unbuckled her shoes. "A-and a fizzy drink?" Her head lifted and she noticed her two friends had caught the attention of the only guys in the store. She finished kicking off the other heel and stood straight. "They're cute am I right?!" She grabbed her boobs. Isaiah cleared his throat and ran over, grabbing a hand. "Come here." "My chippies!"

Isaiah related her to a four year old at the moment. It's like 1 in the morning, she's drunk, and he has to babysit her for now because this is his good friend and it's right for him to do. "Go get it, just stop being so damn dramatic." She ran off to the chip rack. "Can I get a steak sandwich.." He looked at her. "On a roll."

The blonde nodded and said in a Greek accent. "Coming right up."

Isaiah eyed Argent. "Yeah, I need it right away."

Antonia grabbed a soda from the cooler. "So many jars, now I gotta soda!" She sticks her tongue out.

Isaiah passes the money for his sandwich. She came over holding two large bags of chips and a soda.

"3.50." The man said.

Isaiah handed him the money. His sandwich was passed and it was all put in one bag. He said his thank you's and made his way out.

Antonia picked up her heels and walked on her bare feet out the store. Isaiah looked at her. "Why you drink so much and leave the party alone? If I wasn't in here do you know what may have happened? I don't care if the dorms are two blocks down."

She rolled her thickly painted eyes. "Blah blah blaaaah. I could smash someone's head."

"Not when wasted." She stumbled and fell on her face. Isaiah helped her up. She groaned. "Help me... Give me a piggy back ride?"

The Moroccan rolled his eyes and let her hop in back. "You owe me."

She gave him a wet, sloppy kiss on the cheek. "Paid!"

He's so getting her back when she's sober. He walked all the way down the block with her singing loudly the whole time. They approached the campus, the three dorm houses towards the back. Him and Antonia live in the same building so he had the key that allows him access. He told her to hold on tightly as he dug into his pocket for the key. When he found it, he slid the card into the slot at the gate and opened it. It took time to get his short friend through and lead her to quad 2. After a while they ended up in the elevator set for floor 6.

"Get your key."

Antonia was resting against him, hands on the bar. "You get it for me Zaya."

"Where is it?" He asks.

She pokes out her chest. "Left cup. If... I move my hand... I'll fall."

Isaiah looked away. "Nuh uh. How about I hold you up and you get it?"

She shrugged and lifted her hand, nearly falling it wasn't for him catching her. "Got it!" And she laughed really hard.

Isaiah shook his head. This is why he doesn't drink. The elevator stopped and he walked in front of her, guiding her to her room. She opened the door and peeked her head in. "My roommate isn't home." She whispered loudly. "I hate that bitch." She flipped on the lights and pulled Isaiah in, locking the door. "Isaiah, can you stay? Laney is with her boyfriend." She sat on the bed.

"For a while, maybe." Isaiah shrugged. He tossed her chips to her and walked over.

She laid back. "Everyone is still partying... I'm doooone!"

Isaiah shushed her. "Lower your voice." He sat by her.

The punk teen nodded. "Okay." She was munching on potato chips.

Isaiah sighed. "You need to sleep or something." She tossed her chips on the floor and laughed.

"Heeheehee... I can't sleep now!" She leaned over to her nightstand and pressed play on her CD player. "I wanna party! Just not with them!"

The pyrokinetic teen leaned over her and turned it off. "No."

She rolled her eyes. "You suck."

Isaiah shrugged. "Antonia, go to sleep so I can go back to my room. My roommate asks to many questions and I will set him on fire one day."

Her dark red lip formed a smirk just for him. "I like it when you're violent and mad." "Well... Um, thanks?"

Antonia stood up, crushing the chips on the floor. She walked over to the one closet. There was only black and red clothes in there.

"Where's your roommate's clothes?"

Antonia looked at him. "Her boyfriend's apartment. She only comes here when her sister visits or before her classes."

Isaiah was confused but didn't question it. She closed it again, turning to him. Isaiah sighed.

"What is your drunk self doing?"

"I'm so totally sober, Zaya." And with the she fell back trying to unzip her skirt. She giggled. "I got it! Stop whinging!" She unzipped while rolling around on the floor. Isaiah stared at her, his jaw slowly dropping. She stood up and kicked off her skirt.

"Noooooooooooooooo." He hurriedly said, covering his eyes.

"Big wimp. When I did that drama class... When the semester started... I had to change in front of guys and girls and guys and girls and guys..." She giggled.

Isaiah shook his head. "I don't care."

"Omigoooosh. I have no shame." She tried taking off her shirt. "Plus I like you."

He rolled his eyes, looking away. "You're drunk." "No I'm not!" She jumped around.

Isaiah rolled his eyes. "Okay, you aren't."

She managed to get her shirt off. "I should sleep like this." Antonia looked at her strapless lace bra and the twinned panties. "What do you think?"

Thinking she was dressed, he turned to look at her and quickly covered her eyes. Saying something quick in Dariji, he sighed. "Oh my... Please, put some clothes on." She frowned and adjusted her bra. "I think it's sexy."

"Uuuuh, it is."

Antonia smirked and walked over, stumbling a bit. She put her hands on both his thighs and moved them up. "Oh fuck, what are you doing?" He looked at her shocked. She's an interesting drunk. Well, she's just very interesting, period. She felt on his pockets and pulled something out. His phone.

His jaw dropped. "Give that back!"

She struggled, pressing a few icons before getting the right one. Isaiah couldn't possibly know what she wanted. She laid on her roommates bed, holding the phone over her. "Take one! So, Isaiah is being a meanie and is calling me drunk." She pouted. "I'm not drunk. Just tipsy..." Then she scrunched up her face. "Yeah. Uh oh! He's trying to chase me!" She hopped off the bed and ran from him, falling and laughing before standing back up and hopping on the other bed. She jumped around. "Aaaah! He knows he just wanna feel me UP! Haha." Isaiah said something. "What?!" He repeated it and she laughed. "H-he said.. Ha... He said that I'm crazy!"

"You are!" Isaiah shouted trying to snatch the phone. She ran off and onto the other bed.

"Okay so I have three tattoos!" She pointed the phone at the A on her chest. "This! I got it at 15." She lowered it to her belly piercing. "That's a piercing!" She them sat and lifted her right legs and pointed the camera at the back of her thigh, showing the dragon tattoo. "That! Got it at 17." She put her leg down and lifted her left arm. A black sword was over her underarm. "This was at 14. My dad hit me when he found out. Nothing new." She chuckled and pointed it at her ear. Pulling it back, she exposed a smaller A. "Got this before college started." Isaiah corrected her. "Oh, that's four tattoos! And I have.." She counted. "Um, 5 piercings. 2 ear piercings on each ear. A belly piercing. Haha! Didn't hurt a bit."

Isaiah frowned. This is torture. Not only is she holding his phone hostage, doing something so puzzling... she's showing a lot of skin.

Antonia grinned. "Isaiah! How many tattoos you have?" She pointed the camera at him frowning on her bed. His elbows her on his thighs and his head were in his hands. "Give me my phone, Toni..." "How many tattoos?"

He lifted a finger. "One."

She sat up. "What age you get it?"

"15. Give me my phone!"

"Lemme see it. How come I've never seen it?"

Isaiah sighed. "Give me my phone and I'll show you."

She saved the video and walked over, handing it to him. The hothead put his phone in his pants pocket and stood up, lifting his shirt. There was a tat of a fire-ball on the right side of his torso. "My parents hate this tattoo. They said I'm cursed now." He chuckled. "Whatever." Before Antonia could touch it, he put his shirt down. "That's awesome! Uh, the tattoo." She stepped back and frowned. "You should keep your shirt off."

Isaiah sat back down. "Why?" "You're good-looking, duh." He raised a thick eyebrow. "Still doesn't give me a reason. The shirt stays on." The short New Zealander walk over and sat on his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist.

A frown formed on his face, her still on his lap. "Okay, get away from me and put clothes on." Antonia pouted, being the typical happy drunk she is. "But I looooove the air. And you're so soft." She rested her arms on his shoulders and smirked.

"You don't have fun much, do you?" Isaiah looked at her and shrugged. "I do.. Just not your way." She leans in closer. "Mm... So how often do you-" He had a serious expression when he cut her off to say, "No, Antonia, you're drunk."

"Not much." She whispered, pressing her lips against his in a kiss. He didn't push her away, didn't kiss back... But he wasn't fighting it. She pulled away and he stared at her, his body rigid and frowning angrily. She kissed him again and he parted his lips, letting her work her way into his mouth. She pulled away and he opened his eyes, the same look on his face. Antonia pushed her hair away and attacked his mouth, the kiss wet and a little sloppy but just perfect. He kissed her intensely and it went on for minutes, ending with her pressing against him and causing them to fall back. Even after that, when she pulled away he had the same look on his face. This time he pulled her off him.

"Goodnight. I'll see you tomorrow." With that he walked out, glaring at her before closing the door. She sat up and frowned, a little upset. Then she laid back, finding no trouble falling asleep.