A/N: Welcome to the newest addition to my collection of AUs. A little story behind this story: I was bored and when I'm bored I write smut stories because why not. But I thought nah, I don't wanna write any random smut story. I wanna write something that has plot or whatever. So I started fleshing out a plot for a smut story, and then it got really good. And then I was like 'well I want everyone to be able to read this because I really like this idea.' So I've taken out all the smut scenes and made it rated T, where they talk about sex quite often. But no smut.

This is a college!au, a human!au, a non-movie based story. Etc. Etc. Enjoy and see you next Saturday! Leave a review! I really appreciate them.

There's nothing like being young and in college. Being twenty-one and in college, on a full ride football scholarship had every perk imaginable. Complete the required classes each semester to continue to be enrolled as a student, win games and land hot girls.

There was nothing better.

Zed has gotten into White Mountain State University on a football scholarship. He had gone to Seabrook High. Seabrook was an hour and fifty away from White Mountain but he had a car so he could commute back home if need be.

He was rooming with his best friend, Bonzo, who was at White Mountain for music (he's classically trained). He knew other people from their graduating class who went to White Mountain. Like Zed's other best friend, Eliza, who was a computer science major. Or Zephyr, who had played football with Zed in high school and was playing again in college.

And Addison Davis. The cheerleader who Zed had been drooling over since he was fourteen. She was absolutely amazing. She had natural white hair and pretty blue eyes, pouty pink lips and beautiful pale skin.

Zed got held back because of medical reasons in the seventh grade, which was when he got the pleasure of being in her class. In the eight years they'd been in the same year, they spoke a total of three times. First in eighth grade, when Addison borrowed a book from him. Then when they were juniors and were in a group for a history project. The third time was when they were freshmen in college and he had helped her move into the dorms.

Now they were in their third year at White Mountain. Zed saw her when cheer and football shared the gym in the mornings, at games, and in the elevator back up to the rooms. But she was always with her friends and he was always with his.

It was a Friday, and Zed was sitting with his friends in the Green—a giant patch of grass with trees around the edges where students went to hang out between classes. Zed, Eliza, and Bonzo always met up on the Green on Friday afternoons for as long as they could. Zed would have to leave soon though, to head over to the stadium and get ready for the game later.

"Do you mind not creepily staring at the cheerleaders?" Eliza asked him.

Totally coincidental, Addison would go to the Green on Friday afternoons. She's sitting under a tree or on a blanket with headphones, doing schoolwork.

"But she's so pretty," Zed said wistfully.

Eliza rolled her eyes at him. "You've been staring at her for years. When are you gonna man up and talk to her?"

"Uh, graduation?"

"Once we're gone he's gonna stop being wuss and actually talk to girls," Bonzo said cheekily.

"Oh I'll never stop being a wuss," Zed said. "You guys coming to the game tonight?"

"And the party later!" Bonzo said excitedly.

"Woo!"

"You two are idiots," Eliza stated.

Zed and Bonzo laughed. Zed looked at Eliza, seeing her giving a smug smile behind him. He turned around and saw Addison standing behind him with a smile. His smile dropped and he stared at her in surprise and a complete loss for words.

"Hey," Addison greeted. "Can I ask for a ride to the dorms? And the stadium? I figured you'd be heading there since you're playing tonight. Unless you're not playing, then just forget I said anything."

"Uh…" Zed glanced at Bonzo, then back at Addison. "Yeah, sure."

Addison smiled brightly and Zed felt his heart flutter. "Thank you."

Zed nodded and stood up. "See you guys later," he said to his friends.

"At the party!" Bonzo laughed.

Zed grinned weakly. Then he turned to Addison and nodded in the other direction. "Come on."

They walked side by side toward the street where Zed had parked. "So…you don't drive?" Zed asked, probably the stupidest and most bland conversation topic.

"Don't have a license," she said. "I usually just walk but…I forgot that I had a paper due Tuesday. Needed to work and lost track of time and…now I'm gonna be late."

"Oh, don't worry, I'll get you to the dorm and the stadium by two forty five."

"It's two fifteen," Addison pointed out.

"It's only ten minutes to the dorm, fifteen to the stadium. I'll drop my stuff off, we'll meet back up at the car. Don't worry."

"Okay. Thank you." Addison said.

"No problem."

Zed was a good football player. It was why he had gotten a scholarship all those years ago: he turned his high school team from straight losers to undefeated for three straight seasons (not including his freshman year, when they were still working out their kinks).

The White Mountain football team had enough players that Zed dorm play more than a quarter on offense and half a quarter on defense.

They were playing Southeast New Hampshire University. The Bears were a good team. They always put up a hard fight and the outcome always varied, but this time White Mountain won by two extra points.

About two hours after the game ended, Zed was heading back to the 'athletic' apartments. It was were most of the upper class athletes stayed but wasn't exclusive to anyone. The building was owned by the school and everyone in it were students, just mostly athletes.

There were common areas on each floor but athletic parties always happened in the basement. There was booze and music and everything you could expect at a college party. People were still in the game gear: their favorite player's jersey and face paint. Even the cheerleaders wore jerseys.

Zed had gotten lucky to keep the same jersey number through high school and in college: zero. It was the number he was given when he was freshman. None of his team wanted him there because he was from 'Zombietown,' where the lowest class families in Seabrook (they were called Zombies) were from. In fact, the only reason Zed was at their school was because of the school in his neighborhood being forced to close down.

Being zero hurt at first but Zed grew to life his number. To him it meant that even as an outcast he could still make his mark. It's why he was known for saying "Zero to hero Baby."

Zed was drinking and hanging out at the party, chatting with Eliza and watching Bonzo chat it up with a few coeds. There were so many drunks girls all around, dancing and grinding and shaking their asses. The basement was crowded and hot and loud.

Eliza had gone off the test out her flirting on a few girls on the other side of the room, leaving Zed to watch the party from the side alone. He was surveying the crowd when spotted the girl not too far from him, wearing his jersey—Necrodopolus, 0.

He looked a little harder and saw it was Addison, with her jersey tied in a knot above her belly button, wearing high waisted jeans shorts that made her ass look great.

He wasn't sure if it was his imagination or not but he was pretty sure Addison was drifting closer to him. The next thing he knew, they were pressed up together, doing more grinding than dancing.

They went from 'dancing' to making out against the wall. They were touching and kissing drunkenly. Addison ran her tongue along his neck, moving up and biting his earlobe. "Zed, the dorms are empty," she whispered lowly to him.

And that's how Zed ended up sleeping with his crush of forever.