AN: OMG! My parents let me bring my laptop on vaca! So psyched! Anyway, before I start Chapter 3, I will mention something relevant to the story…on the beach yesterday, I saw 4 guys walking along the water's edge: 2 of them were tall, very cute, and bronzed. One of them was extremely pale with a horrendible sunburn. And one of them was about 4 ½ feet tall. My sister, who also saw them, was like, "Don't those guys look like Fiyero, Avaric and Boq from our story?" We couldn't decide if Boq was Mr. Sunburn or Mr. Short, so we made him a combo of the two. That was so weird though! Total kismet!!
Disclaimer: It's time to try trust my instincts…close my eyes…and dream… about owning Wicked.
Boq was now regretting is decision about coming out and practicing with his so-called best friend. He could stand to lose a little weight…which he should have done before trying to work out with two, very-much-in-shape guys.
Fiyero, shirtless, took one glance at Boq after they sprinted the length of the field and burst out laughing.
"Wow, did you dump water on yourself, or is that actually sweat?"
Avaric bit his lip and tried to hide a smile. Boq glared at both of them and wiped his forehead.
"I…uh…haven't been running in a while."
"By the looks of your body, you don't even know what running is." Fiyero cracked, air-high-fiving Galinda since Avaric was busy pretending to tie his shoe.
Boq rolled his eyes like he couldn't believe how lame his jokes were and forced a smile.
"I would love to stay with you guys, but I should probably go in and hang out with Nessa. Or shower, you know."
"Well, see you." his best friend mumbled, clearly glad to have him go.
"Hang on." Fiyero snapped. "There is no freakin' way I'm showering after Shorty. You are going to shower somewhere else or risk getting kicked out of the suite."
"I say kick him out anyway!" Galinda called, giggling.
"No one would want him, Glin! That would be so heartless…and people like Shorty need every bit of pity they can get."
Boq's face was red from running and it turned even redder at that comment. The worst part was, Avaric wasn't doing anything to stop the jerk. He wasn't laughing, but he wasn't disagreeing or yelling, "Shut up! That's my best friend you're talking about!" And why did Galinda have to join in? He loved her and she knew it! If she did want Fiyero and not him, could she at least be respectful and nice to him?
The Munchkin stormed away, not knowing where to go. He definitely shouldn't talk to any girls like this, but where was there to shower, other than his room or someone else'?
Twenty minutes later, Boq stepped out of the locker room shower, shivering. He had resolved to not work out with Fiyero and Avaric anymore, for fear that he would be forbidden from using the suite shower again.
There was only one more day until tryouts and he couldn't be more nervous. What if everyone laughed at him? What if…
No, he would think positive. And shut himself in his room until dinner, so as to avoid Fiyero and Avaric.
At seven o'clock, he made his way down to the Dining Hall, and looked for a place too sit. Avaric was…sitting with Fiyero, so that was out of the question. He craned his neck and searched for Nessa. He could eat with her, for one night. It wouldn't be that bad.
Except…Nessa was sitting several seats down from Fiyero! How had that happened? Boq saw it now. Nessa wanted to sit next to her sister, who sat next to Galinda, her best friend, who insisted on sitting next to her jerkhole (yes, I made that word up, guess what it's a combination of ) of a boyfriend.
Boq walked over to the table and Nessa, glancing up, waved him over.
"Boq-y!" she called. "I'm so sorry, but there just isn't any room at our table! I tried to save you a seat, but the others voted me down."
He flushed a deep crimson. There was nothing more humiliatingly-middle-school than not having anywhere to sit in the cafeteria. Nothing.
"Anyway," his girlfriend continued. "I would sit with you, but Galinda and Fiyero insist I stay here. I don't quite know why, I rarely talk to them."
Boq glanced down the table at his crush, hurt that she didn't want him to join her. That she was so obvious about it!
"Boq-y? You okay?"
"I…I have to go." he muttered, walking back to his room.
Nessa gazed after him. "Sorry!" she called, but he didn't hear.
Boq had eaten chocolate ice cream for dinner in his suite. It probably tasted better than what he could have gotten at the Dining Hall and this way he didn't have to sit alone. Actually, strike that. He was sitting alone, just…alone without anyone watching.
Upon hearing footsteps outside the door, Boq opened the mini-freezer and tried to stuff the carton of Choc-a-bloc Chocolate back inside. Unfortunately, an avalanche of Poptart™ boxes fell down on him. He swore, mainly because the door was opening and being buried in toaster pastry boxes was not the most dignified thing that could be witnessed.
"What are you doing?" Fiyero glanced down at him. "You're contaminating my Poptarts."
Boq sat up. "Excuse me for using our shared freezer."
"Not excused."
"That is sooooooo mature."
Avaric walked in. "Hey guys. What's up?"
Fiyero folded his arms across his chest. "What's up is that the little Munchkin freak is calling me immature after stuffing his fat face with chocolate ice cream. For dinner."
"How…how did…" Boq stuttered. The ice cream was his secret."
"I know I'm stupid, but not so stupid that I didn't see the chocolate ice cream all over your face or the carton on top of my Poptarts."
Avaric sighed and looked at both of his friends. "Oh. Uh, Boq, maybe you should, like, go to the library."
"Why?" Boq challenged, wiping his face with his sleeve and ignoring Fiyero's disgusted eye-roll.
"I hear we have a pop quiz in English."
"Really? I didn't hear that."
"Oh. Well, I mean, the grader told me."
"Since when have you talked to graders?" Fiyero interjected. "Ew. They're, like, total suck-up dorks."
While you are a stuck-up jerk, Boq thought.
"So there is a quiz?" he confirmed.
"Uh, yeah, I think." Avaric bit his lip. "Always be prepared, right?"
"No, Shorty, he's just trying to ditch you." Fiyero said in a duh-of-course tone.
"You're trying to ditch me?" Boq cried.
"Um, not exactly—"
"Yes, exactly. So just play along and leave."
Stung and betrayed, Boq walked out of the suite, not knowing where he was going.
AN: This took me two days to write. Sorry, it's sort of short. I realize that Fiyero is being a total jerkhole, but it's fun to write! I'll have football tryouts in the next chapter, or the one after that. Please review, or I will feel all pessimistic and think no one cares and there won't be any updates. Thank you to my two reviewers, I appreciate it sooooooo much! cyber Choc-a-bloc Chocolate ice cream