This arose from a muse that struck somewhat unexpectedly. Hope you enjoy!
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Disclaimer: As usual, I own nothing. Wicked belongs to Gregory Maguire and the song belongs to Katy Perry
I can't stop don't care if I lose
Baby you are the weapon I choose
These wounds are self inflicted
The current conversational topic was making Glinda's blood boil. She had to bite her tongue hard to stop herself from lashing out.
Pfannee was in full flow, immersed in her favourite activity: insulting people. "Did you see the vegetable this morning?" she hooted. "Honestly, she looked like a Lurlinemas decoration!"
Glinda knew exactly what Pfannee was referring to. Elphaba had, bravely, chosen to wear a new red dress that morning. Glinda had thought that it looked very elegant and had remarked as much to her green-skinned roommate. Evidently the others did not agree.
"I know. She was even more hideodeous than usual," Shenshen contributed.
Milla, thankfully, did not feel the need to say anything but joined in with gales of laughter that followed. The three girls had made it clear from the beginning of the year that they despised Elphaba. Glinda felt proud of herself that she had been able to rise above such pettiness and see what lay underneath Elphaba's harsh exterior.
And there had been so much more to discover about the girl, things that no one else had any idea of. Elphaba had a strong mind, that much was clear to everyone. But she possessed with it the ability to draw someone else out, to stimulate their intellectual fibre as well. This had happened for Glinda, and the two once firmly opposed roommates had developed a deep friendship.
It hadn't been long before Glinda had realised that she wanted to be more than friends with Elphaba. She was utterly captivated by the green girl. She found herself staring at Elphaba whenever they were together, and thinking about her when they were not. After carrying on in this manner for several weeks, Glinda had plucked up the courage to tell Elphaba how she felt. She had been pleasantly surprised to find that the feelings were reciprocated.
And now, here they were, maintaining a relationship in secret. Glinda wished they didn't have to be so private, but both girls knew that could face expulsion if word got out. Hence it was that she had to hold herself back so when the other girls were laying in to her girlfriend.
"Glinda?" Pfannee's voice broke through her thoughts. "What do you think about the green bean's dress?"
"Actually, I think it rather suits her," Glinda responded. "Indeed, I would go so far as to say that she looks nice in it."
This remark was met by three stunned gazes. "Surely you cannot mean that, Glinda?" Milla stuttered. "She is utterly incapable of looking nice in anything."
"I always say what I mean," Glinda replied fiercely. "I think that Elphie is perfectly capable of looking just as nice as any of us. In fact I would say that currently she looks much better than any of you."
With this Glinda swept from the buttery. She knew that there would be repercussions for her actions, at least socially, but she didn't care a whit. If social status meant being horrible to her girlfriend she didn't want it anymore.
I'm going down in flames for you
Baby you are the weapon I choose
These wounds are self inflicted
One more thing I'm addicted to