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A/N: Hope you like the chapter. Sorry if I got timings wrong, I checked but I might have missed something. :S
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Elphaba kept her head down as she walked into the classroom, desperately trying to avoid Fiyero's gaze. Galinda followed behind her, staring into her small handheld mirror, checking her face for any smudges or (gasp!) blemishes. Elphaba raised her head and saw Fiyero sitting in the front row of the classroom, his head down and his arms moving hurriedly. Wait, was he writing notes? Before class had even begun?
Elphaba slipped into a seat at the back, and Galinda joined her. She, too, was in no mood to talk to Fiyero. Two days had passed, and he had not contacted her, and she had not contacted him. She'd never been rejected like that. What made it worse was the fact she'd wanted to say those words for so long, but had resisted for fear that he wouldn't feel the same way. At the front of her mind, she thought it was impossible; she was Galinda Upland of the Upper Uplands, and no man could resist her. But she only wanted one man, and he didn't want her. Yet, she had always worried that they were simply wrong for each other. She signed, and turned her head to look at Elphaba, who was consumed in searching for something in her bag.
She turned back towards the front of the classroom, and Fiyero turned around. For a moment, just a moment, the pair's eyes met. After a second, he tore his eyes away from her, again concentrating on his books. Galinda got her things ready for the class, trying to ignore Fiyero's apparent inability to look at her, and the Professor entered. For once in her life, she listened, made notes that could actually be referred to at a later date, and ignored all the flirtatious notes sent to her by one Fiyero Tiggular.
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Elphaba retreated to the library after class; she had homework to do, and she needed to go over the notes she had just made and expand on them. Although she had prepared excuses to go to the library, they were more for herself than Galinda or..anyone else. She was embarrassed to face Fiyero after her drunken molestation of him. She was also embarrassed that she knew that Fiyero had blanked Galinda's declaration of love; Galinda had spent Sunday crying on her bed. Not the loud and over the top sobs that she normally suffered from when upset, but quiet, genuine heart-ache racked weeping. Elphaba's own heart hurt when she saw her, and she attempted to comfort her in her own clumsy way.
Inside she felt a wrenching sensation of guilt. She knew how she felt about Fiyero, and although it could not possibly have been anything to do with her, she suddenly felt crushing guilt that she could betray her best friend, her only friend, in such a way. Fiyero was completely wrong for her, and far too good for her at that. He could have any girl he wanted, and he did. He had Galinda, the most beautiful girl at Shiz, who simply adored him. Why would he want an artichoke? Again, she felt guilt at even posing this theoretical question to herself. She didn't need to think about Fiyero. He was just a boy, and she'd done well enough without boys, so she could certainly live without this boy. All she had to do was avoid him, and the feelings would surely disappear.
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Galinda found it difficult to put Fiyero out of her mind, and eventually spoke to him when he approached her while she was on her way back to her room. She smiled the most attractive smile she could manage, considering her heart was truly broke-ified. Why look ugly when she had a man to manipulate?
"Hello, Glin." He smiled, and Galinda's smile broadened, despite her hatred of that name. It was Galinda, with a GAR.
"Yero. I'm sorry I haven't seen you in a few days, I've been busy..studying." They both knew she was lying.
"I've been rather busy myself." That was a lie too. For the first time ever, Fiyero Tiggular refrained from going out, preferring to stay in his room reading, and thinking.
"Anyway, Glin, I was wondering if you'd like to go to dinner with me tonight?"
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Fiyero's recollection of the threesomes night out together was hazy, and he didn't understand why the two girls were ignoring him. Could he have said something to Galinda about the feelings he had for Elphahba? He pushed his worries to the back of his mind, and focused on getting back into Galinda's favours. After all, what's a playboy prince without a beautiful girl at his side?
That night, he took her for dinner. They had a pleasant enough time, even going so far as to play footsie with each other under the table. Galinda began to forget the drunken events of days before, and enjoy the time she spent with Fiyero. After all, surely it was only a matter of time before he fell in love with her?
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A/N: Sorry, another short chapter, mainly descriptive :S I really need to stop doing that, I just find it hard to write a lot of dialogue. This chapter took a few days, I felt it wasn't going anywhere. These early chapters are more of a build-up so I can have a (hopefully) good and enjoyable story. Review's make me dance, so if you like it, review! Advice is welcome aswell. Thanks. xx