please enjoy! I thought, what would happen if they were in college? So, I tried it, if you don't like it, I apologize. I did my best :( Anyways, please areas and review!

ps: this is the ruthXzsaz fanfic I promised ya'll

Ruth

Chapter 1

Harley was here on a gymnastics scholarship, Heather was here because her parent paid for her to be here, and I was here to clean. In between studies, of course. I sighed as I twirled a strand of my newly-cut hair around my finger. It was in a shiny, jet-black chin-length black bob. I couldn't decide if I loved it or hated it. I squirmed nervously in my seat as the college came into view. Would I fit in? Would I get a boyfriend? Would I even pass? I shook the questions out of my head and turned to study Heathy and Harls instead. Harl wore her hair in a long, curly blonde ponytail. Why she would bother to curl her hair before putting it up in a ponytail was beyond me, but then again I've never been one for looking feminine. I was firmly a tomboy; always had been and always would be. It was probably the reason that I've never had a boyfriend. Once again I turned my attention to someone else. I studied Heathy, her big green eyes hiding behind her thin glasses and her light brown hair pulled into a tight, professional-looking bun.

"So, who's ready for today?" Harls' asked, her voice shaking a bit. She was just as nervous as I was.

"I am." Heathy replied, her voice not shaking in the slightest. "I'm ready to start my life."

"That's what people who are about to get married say." I piped in. "Are you getting married?"

"Never! I don't want to go through the unspeakable pains of childbirth and I definantly don't want to be stuck taking care of some worthless pig for the rest of my life." Heather growled, her tone completely serious.

"What about finding love, Heathy? Lots of people find love in college." Harley said, studying Heather.

"Love, smuve. I don't believe in love. It's just bull that people use to make money." Heather ignored Harley's pout.

"I believe in the power of true love." And I plan on finding it.

"Good for you, Ruthie, but not everyone gets to live in a happy-go-lucky lie. I have to be realistic." It was my turn to pout.

"You know, you are a real pessimist Heathy." I complained. Heathy smiled.

"In my book pessimism is realism." Heathy said, her sentence ending the conversation and killing the excitement that had been growing in my tummy.

"Darn pessimist..." I mumbled under my breath, turning to look out the window. I smiled to see that the campus was pretty. Trees dotted the fresh, green grass and flowers grew plentifully. At least I'll enjoy my time here, even if Heather won't. The car slid to a stop and I pulled myself out of the car. I looked around, entranced by all the people surrounding me, each doing their own thing. I stopped looking and cocked my head when I saw a kid sitting by himself. He was tall and lean, an attractive face held two wide brown eyes and shaggy hair fell over his forehead, almost reaching the glasses that slipped down his nose. I walked over with a smile on my face and sat down next to him.

"Hi!" I said, holding out my hand to him. "My name's Ruth, what's yours?" He looked up at me and cocked his head for a second, looking confused. Then he remembered himself and took my hand.

"Jonathan Crane. Pleased to make your acquaintance." I giggled at that and his cheeks turned red. I smiled at him comfortingly.

"Sorry to laugh, I just haven't met someone so formal before." I said and he turned a bit redder, looking down at the ground furiously. I opened my mouth to say something when I hear Heather's voice reprimanding me.

"Ruthie! Where are you? We need help carrying the bags." I heard her walking towards me and stood up quickly. She came around and saw where I was and sighed. She pushed her glasses up her nose before she turned to Jonathan.

"Sorry if she was bothering you." I turned to see Jonathan's face turn a little redder as he looked at Heather.

"N-no, she wasn't...I mean..." He sighed and shook his head. Suddenly, a football came whirling at Jonathan, hitting him square in the head and knocking him to the ground. Laughter followed as I ran over, helping him up.

"Hey, nerd! Trying to be smooth with the ladies, I see. As if that will ever happen!" His buddies laughed as I stared in horror, frozen in shock as Jonathan stood up slowly behind me. Heather's reaction was a bit better than mine. The sound of the slap meeting the bullies face made me wince.

"Woah, you crazy bi-"

"Can't take a bit of your own medicine, huh?" She hissed, picking up the football and throwing it so that it hit him in a place that made him bend over and howl in pain. His buddies winced before they hurried to help their fallen comrade. I turned back to Jonathan to see him staring at her in a mix of horror and adoration. I smiled.

"Do you like COD?" I whispered at him. He backed away a step before he answered with a tentative nod. My grin stretched a bit wider.

"Perfect."