I am an idiot…I mentioned that this story was for my Best friend LeShea, which was true. And I mentioned to check out her story, but failed to tell you what that story was. I owe her a big apology for that and will mention it now and have fixed it in the first chapter as well.

Ok, so go check out LeShea-is-Love's story 'Swoon'. Yes I know, I should get loser tattooed to my forehead…but that would hurt and I'm a cry baby so instead I'll bitch about my mistakes on line for everyone to see. ;)

Enjoy Chapter 2 my lovely reviewers. Thanks for your kindness.

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Galinda's POV:

I have never, ever felt so furious in my life. Here was this girl I have never personally met, telling me that I was dumb! Ok, so she didn't say dumb exactly…but she insinuated!

'Have you ever read? I somehow doubt it.'

Yes I've read! Granted I've really only read magazines, but they're educational enough. I mean, how else was I supposed to know that Renauld and Marsi, the biggest celebrities of Oz, were engaged? Through gossip! Not this Upland!

I didn't know what to say in reply. I wanted to scream and yell at her using all capital letters…or better yet, just not send her a reply at all. But I could see her, miss nerdy, smarty boots sitting in her chair thinking she won't get an Ozmail from me. Well I won't let her be right about that!

'Dear Miss. Thropp,

Your assumptions are pathetic and…frankly quite mean! My reading repertoire, though probably more small in size than yours, is my own business but I can assure you I read.

Miss Thropp, I am sorry your interpretation of my personality came off quite poorly but I assure you. You continue to treat me the way you have and I will fight fire with fire. I may be blonde, and like primping myself to look good for other people but I am more than willing to hold my own.

Pick your fights carefully Miss Thropp.

Sincerely Galinda Upland.'

I read over the message once, just to make sure there was no spelling mistakes. I wasn't about to retype it or reword it. Elphaba deserved everything I said. I just hoped that she decided to put this away for good. This assignment was hard enough.

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Elphaba's POV

I felt pretty smug about myself actually. The last Ozmail I sent was a bit harsh and I didn't actually expect her to reply back to me after the hard words I had said to her, but I had enjoyed it. It was the confrontation I enjoyed without the difficulty of talking to the person face to face. Yet to my surprise, a little light flashed on my computer and I realized, with a bit of chagrin, that the flashing light signified another Ozmail. Damn it all, she replied! The one good thing about this Ozmail thing was the fact that this girl didn't see me nervous. Because I am. I am very nervous. She had the guts to write back, but I couldn't find the guts to read it.

'Deep breaths Thropp, deep breaths. Just click the bloody button and you'll be fine. It's a virtual message.'

Finally I managed to suck up enough courage to click the 'open' button and I watched the page fill out.

I have never, in my entire life, felt guilt. It has been others who have needed to feel guilty not me. But at this very point in time I felt terribly guilty and I didn't like it. I am a proud person, I have spent my whole life living in limbo where I have been outcast from every team, every room, even my family, so naturally I created my own pride. Pride in being able to let snide remarks side off my back. Pride in being able to block out the hurtful world.

Clearly then, I am too proud to apologize…right? I had to defuse the situation without making it seem like I was weak.

'Dear Miss Upland,

It seems you have proved that your mind, though smaller than mine, is in good use. Perhaps I was hasty to assume you were merely all looks, though I have no proof you are that either.

I am willing to put aside my snide remarks and work towards this mark with you, if you are so willing to comply with me. I understand that I have not been as welcoming as you would have anticipated, though I am sorry to inform you that my personality is not often welcoming.

I don't ask anything from you if you, in turn, don't ask anything of me.

Elphaba.'

I was pretty sure I hadn't come across as guilty or overly apologetic, though the message carried though the tone of regret, if only slightly. Happy enough with my response, I sent it and tried desperately to repel the guilt that seemed to have settled heavily in the pit of my stomach.

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Galinda's POV:

Her reply had been swift, almost immediate and the flashing light in the bottom of my screen almost startled me. I was a little nervous to be perfectly honest. I wanted her to like me, I don't know why. Maybe it was because she made me think…I had never used that many intellectual words in a message before. Maybe I just wanted another person to add to my 'people who like Galinda list'.

Her response was almost sweet…almost. I don't actually think Elphaba could be sweet. Her Ozmail was still formal, stoic with almost no emotion, but there was a hint of regret in her words and it made me smile. She was willing to work on this relationship, what little relationship we have. And I was more than willing to assist.

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There we have it ladies and gents…chapter two. It is slow, forgive me for that. But it will develop, you can't start a story without an actual start can you? I hope to high hell you have all replied no to that ;D

Stay safe my lovely reviewers

Grumbello