Pulling his suitcases into the dorm, a brunet dropped his keys on the wooden desk and fell back onto his unmade bed, cringing at its stiffness. He was finally here. College, what most commonly refer to as the best years of their lives.

He shot out of his bed and opted to sit in the swivel chair situated at his desk. While doing so, he pulled out his phone. Slipping out of his pocket, the boy's I.D card sat on the floor, mocking him. "Oh god, I've got to live with this picture for the next four years." The card read, "Marco Diaz"

As he thought how much he was going to regret taking such a horrible picture for the next several months, an ugly memory reared its head in Marco's thoughts. Well, it wasn't exactly an ugly memory. "This campus is pretty big, I shouldn't run into them any time soon." And with that, Marco quelled any remaining unpleasant thoughts and promptly grabbed his I.D from the floor.

"It'll be good to start fresh."

Unfortunately, fate never seemed to be on Marco's side. Despite there being one thousand freshmen on campus today, he managed to run into problem number one. "Marco, Marco! Over here!" A resplendent blonde sat on the floor, legs crisscrossed. How did she spot him with so many people? He sure as hell didn't know. He tried. He really tried to avoid her gaze and ignore her calls but their eyes accidentally met. Not good.

So he ended up sitting next to problem number one, although, it may be better to refer to her by name. "Hey Star." He said dejectedly as he plopped down next to her. Nudging him, Star grinned.

"You already homesick? It's okay I can totally make you feel better." She pulled out a toy. Marco scrutinized the object, perplexity plastered on his face. To be frank, he was probably better off not asking. "Why do you look so confused? Never seen a wand before?"

He really was better off not knowing. "Um, are you a magician? You like to cosplay as magical girls or what?"

"No silly, I'm princess of-"

"Greetings, class of 20XX! Welcome to Matix College! Most of you are here to make history, others may not have such a great impact but are helping us out in ways you'd never imagined."

Thank God, he didn't have to stomach whatever foolishness was about to escape her mouth. He'd never been so glad to listen to a scruffy, elderly man talk. About a half hour in and Marco's eyes began to droop. He was nudged once more, "Wanna get out of here?" Being half asleep, he nodded.

Star hopped to her feet and grabbed Marco's hand, hoisting him up.

It seemed as if the old dude finished his speech. Silence engulfed the room for a few seconds before the students erupted in small chatter. All chit chat ceased as someone cleared their throat in the microphone. "Welcome freshmen."

Marco's eyes nearly bulged out of his head. He quickly woke up, gripping Star's wrist. Weaving his way through the crowd, Marco dragged the blonde behind him, desperate to exit the room.

"You."

Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Problem number two glared daggers at him from atop the stage and… were his eyes starting to glow? He had been spotted once again, no use trying to avoid him now. His cheeks tinged pink and a butterfly fluttered its wings in his stomach.

"Aww, Marco, you're blushing!"

A sigh escaped his lips as his eyes fell to the floor. Turns out, a few months earlier at orientation, Marco and Star had been in the same Orientation group. Tom, the sophomore standing at the podium, seething with rage, was their Orientation Leader and happened to be Star's ex-boyfriend.

On the grass, a group of ten students sat in a circle under the scorching sun. Tom, who seemed completely uninterested in doing this, stared at a piece of paper with half lidded eyes before crumbling it and shoving it into his pocket. "Introduce yourselves." Tom's eyes lazily scanned thee circle, landing on Marco." We'll start with the idiot in the red hoodie."

Marco, unsure if Tom was addressing him, looked around the circle in search of someone else wearing a sweater. His search was fruitless and he tossed a light glare at Tom, who paid him no mind. "I'm Marco-"

"Your beauty mark is so cute." Star spoke up from across the circle before crawling over and sitting next to him. "It's in the right spot. You're lucky it isn't big and hairy and on your lip." She continued to lean in closer. A shiver ran down his spine, not due to the close proximity with Star but Tom was sending some killer vibes his way.

After introductions, Tom insisted that they play a game. He didn't care, so they had the freedom of choice and of course Truth or Dare was everyone's choice. "I dare Marco to kiss Star on the cheek."

Marco rolled his eyes, were they in middle school? It was no problem, a kiss on the cheek was common in Mexican culture. He placed a swift, chaste kiss on her heart sticker, or tattoo or whatever the hell it was.

Tom stomped over in 0.1 seconds, scowling and growling at Marco. Apparently Star had the wrong idea. "Aww Tom, no need to be jealous, you can get a kiss from Marco too."

What transpired in the next ten seconds was either a nightmare or a dream, it was debatable. Standing up, Star shoved Tom onto Marco. Marco, fearing the impact, glued his eyes shut and awaited a world of pain. Marco grunted as Tom collapsed on him but let out a squeak in surprise when their lips smashed together.

His eyes shot open, taking in all the glory. He quickly shut them again, the weight on top of him disappeared. Marco's eyes remained shut for the next five minutes because it was simply too embarrassing. He did hear an angry, yet flustered, "Damn it Star! This isn't worth the extra two priority points." followed by the pitter patter of feet.

"You and Tom make such a cute couple. What sort of dates did you two go on?"

"Star…we're not together."

"Just a warning he has serious anger issues. It's pretty fitting since he's the prince of h-"A pale hand clasped over the blonde's mouth.

"Stop talking like I'm not here." Tom glowered, retracting his hand. "And watch your mouth."

A/N:

***EDIT: I've decided this fic will be both Tomco and Starco for plotting purposes***

Yooo, this is my first svtfoe fanfic so go easy on me lol

Mm I honestly don't know if this is gonna be tomco or starco but that's not really important is it? What is important is that this has an actual plot. There's some foreshadowing.

What's more important is that this isn't your standard College AU. You see, my college reminds people of Hogwarts so it sorta inspired this story for me. No this isn't based on Harry Potter because I never watched the movies or read the books. Tom looks like a regular human btw x:

I really don't wanna spoil anything so imma shut up my A/N's are always long