Elphaba walked chastely out of the Wilted Rose café, trying her best to ignore the blonde who was, again, saying something about her skin. The blonde and her friends soon started to follow her.
"What's wrong, Greenie? Can't take a punch?" Galinda Upland jeered, a small smirk appearing on her face.
This comment made Elphaba stop right in her tracks. She turned on her heel and stared at the blonde, "No, I simply do not want to cause a ruckus because I am positive that as soon as I lay a hand on that perky, blonde, hair, you'll scream like a toddler and have a fit. Now if you will excuse me, Miss Upland," Elphaba spat, turning once more and walking steadily to her room.
Once safe in her dorm room, Elphaba threw her books down and let out a groan, flopping on the firm mattress. She knew the girl would soon be here and start yelling at her. She let out a sigh and took her boots off, along with her stockings. She rubbed her feet and pulled out a book.
As soon as she opened the book there was a knock at the door. Elphaba groaned, "Go away!" she yelled.
"Miss Thropp!" Madame exclaimed through the door. Elphaba's eyes widened as she quickly moved off the bed. She opened the door, "I'm sorry, Madame. I thought you were someone else." She said nervously, hoping that she would let that slide.
Madame nodded, "Of course. I just came to drop off a letter from your father. Good afternoon, Miss Thropp," Madame said, turning and walking away. Elphaba stuck her tongue out at her when she wasn't looking and shut the door. "Oh joy…another letter from father…" she grumbled, opening it and plopping on the bed. She unfolded the rather large piece of paper and began to read:
Elphaba,
I am coming in four days time to check up on you. Nessa says that you have been looking for fights. You need to control your temper, girl! You need to straighten up!
The rest was all about Nessa. She scoffed and threw the letter across the room. There was another knock on the door and Elphaba let out a sigh, "Who is it now?" she asked herself, opening the door, "Miss up-…Oh…Master Tiggular. What brings you here?" She asked, eyebrows raised.
"Is Galinda here?" he asked, leaning against the door frame. Of course that was his reason for coming here.
"No…I'm afraid not. But you're welcome to stay until she comes. I was about to take a short nap…." She trailed off, loosing herself in his sparkling, blue, eyes. Elphaba Thropp fell for the prince only mere days ago, and she thought of nothing but him and his blue diamonds that moved down his neck. She often wondered if they ventured down…past his waist… She shook herself out of her gaze and opened the door completely.
"Come in, Master Tiggular."
Fiyero walked in stiffly, as she closed the door behind him. She looked at him, "I'll…just lay down then," she whispered, climbing onto her bed. She crawled under the blankets and sighed. She closed her eyes, "You can sit on Galinda's bed. Just don't mess it up our she's scream like a toddler…" she mumbled.
Fiyero looked at her as he sat on Galinda's bed carefully.
He waited a while before moving slowly towards the sleeping girl. He let his eyes gaze upon the silky, raven hair and the green skin that looked like fresh cut emeralds. He couldn't help but be saddened by the girl. She would never understand the effect she had on him. Never.
He leaned down slowly to kiss her cheek but just then, a certain bubbly blonde walked in.