AN: Hi, i haven't had much response to this story but I'm going to continue writing it anyway as i feel it's one of my better pieces of work, please leave a review i love to hear what you think, i hope this chapter grabs your attention and keeps you reading.
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My face was already beginning to ache from smiling, but I couldn't stop now, I only had fifteen minutes until the end of class. Fifteen minutes until I could go back to my dorm and just sit and write or read or do anything but socialise and smile. I never used to have to wear a false face, but then again I never used to go anywhere, I just stayed in my attic room and read books that my sister used to get me from the library.
Just as I'm writing the last sentence of my life sciences essay the bell for the end of class goes, a wave of relief flows over me. I pack away my things in a hurry and leave the room giving my professor a small wave as I go. I head down the corridor and out into the yard, the suns shinning but I can feel the evening breeze already. The sound of someone shouting my name distracts me from thoughts of my plans for the evening. "Elphaba! Wait up, please we need to talk." gasps Fiyero,
I make the biggest mistake I could at this moment in time. I turn to look at him, he has a look of confusion on his face, a look of worry and concern, but there's another emotion hidden amongst the handsome features of his face, one that I can't make out. "Elphaba?" this time it's a question, it's only as he makes his way toward me that I realise I've froze, "Elphaba, please, will you talk to me? Please? We need to talk." He's practically begging me, but I can't. What I did was wrong, I can't talk to him about it, I just can't. "Elphaba?" he's next to me looking at me, his hand is on my shoulder, I try to ignore the warm feeling spreading through me at his touch. He's about to speak again when I turn and run in the direction of my dorm. I'm aware of his footsteps behind me but i keep running I have to.
Reaching my room I open the door and quickly shut it again locking it behind me, "Elphie what are doing?" asks Galinda, turning to look at me mascara wand in hand. Before I can answer there's a loud banging on the door, "Elphaba! Please, I just want to talk." Fiyero begs,
"Elphie, have you still not spoken to him?" Galinda asks,
I shake my head, "No, I haven't," I reply,
"Oh Elphie, why not?" Galinda asks,
"I just, I can't." I say,
"Why Elphie? What have you done that's so terrible that you can't speak to him?"
"I kissed him."