Author's Note: And the plot thickens. .:wide eyes:.

I love this chapter… I was on a roll for the ending… and I think it's reasonably long.

I've also been stuck in the car for the past two days with only about two hours to kill typing, and no internet… so bare with me if some parts are a little eh… I did my best.

Disclaimer: .:singing:. I'M NOT THAT GIRL…

She twitched and the pencil grasped in her clutches snapped between her pale fingers and poked into her flesh. Her eyebrow twitched and creased her forehead slightly. "Boq…?" she whispered with her eyes wide. "Butbutbutbut…" Nessarose dropped her pencil at her sides. It clanked down through the spokes of the chair and nestled itself beside one wheel while Nessarose began to flush deeply.

"Um..." Galinda stuttered while Elphaba was trying to control herself.

Fiyero looked at her. "You like Boq? Si-since when." His eyes averted to Boq and then back to Galinda. "Were you cheating on me!?"

"Master Fiyero, I could ask you the same exact thing…" she reminded coldly.

"It's Elphaba. Please tell me you're joking." He shifted his gaze to Elphaba, who was gasping and clutching her stomach by now.

Galinda looked like she was about to object when she thought over Fiyero's statement and promptly shut up, clamping her jaws together swiftly.

"YOU LIKE BOQ!?" Boq himself, asked. "I – I mean… me!?"

Her eyes widened a considerable amount. "Yes, Boq dearest. Tomorrow, we'll talk some…"

Madame Morrible just then realized how late it was becoming and snapped out of her state of shock. She started to shoo everyone out of the hallway. "Go to bed now. That's enough excitement for tonight. And what are you boys doing here anyway?! This is the girls' dormitories!"

Galinda raised her hand high. "Madame, I refuse to sleep with this monstrosity!"

Elphaba's eyes lit up. "I do as well," she heavily agreed.

"Girls, we had this problem at the beginning of the year. We worked it out if you remember correctly."

"Yes, Madame Morrible," Galinda said squeakily, jumping up and down, "but last time I was not afraid for my life."

"You're life, you say?" she asked raising her eyebrows.

Elphaba glared. "Yes… I am rabid."

"See!?"

"Miss Galinda," she scolded, "no need for such tomfoolery."

"I'm afraid for myself, as well," Elphaba murmured to Morrible, scooting closer when an idea fashioned itself in her mind, "she could pour water on me in the middle of the night…."

"Fine then, Miss Galinda, room with Miss Shenshen and Miss Milla for the time being."

"But – why does she get a room to herself?"

"Would anyone be so kind as to allow Miss Elphaba to stay in their room for the time being?" Madame Morrible called to the retreating students. They retreated faster. "That is why, Miss Upland. Now, go," she ordered. "Goodnight, girls."

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Nessarose wheeled herself slowly, finding it hard to do so while shaking with anger. Galinda didn't like Boq… she was sure of it. She had done that to save her own popular reputation. Boq was stupid enough to except her company even if she had lied about having feelings for him.

Galinda had gotten herself into deep trouble and Nessa knew that. Galinda should have known that now Boq will never leave her alone… and was she really that heartless to tell him that she was lying? Somehow Nessa would be surprised if she did… Oh, bother… it seems that the teenage drama was just catching up to them.

She thought that this kind of stuff had left her life… she thought that she had grown out of this kind of thing. But never before had she met someone like Boq, though… she wanted him back… Galinda couldn't do this.

She carefully pushed herself while thinking deeply… and also—although she'd hate to admit it—slightly cursing Galinda in her mind. It was rather fun to think about bad stuff happening to Galinda wasn't it?

Nessarose was thrown into a giggling fit as an image of Galinda running in a meadow, only to be squished like a bug by a random house hurtling through the sky, passed through her mind. She had to stop for a second to regain her composure, before proceeding toward bed with a grim, little smirk plastered across her rosy lips.

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Elphaba almost laughed out loud. She was on the brink of running up to Galinda and teasing her about having to share a room with two other girls when she had one all to herself, but stopped and, instead, just walked away, excitement brimming her eyes. a dorm room all to herself… wow.

Elphaba walked silently all the way to her room, thinking about all of the possibilities. She slipped through the door and immediately noticed the difference of the room. The air was perceptibly calm and fresh, not filled with high pitched gigging or tainted by the sickly sweet smell of lavender perfume, spurted multiple times in one sitting. The air just smelled like… more like the air outside… clean, fresh, and—Unnamed God help her—sanitary.

She drew the curtains in, after carefully closing the window, and listening through the dead silence the sound of the wood knocking together. To tell the truth, Elphaba almost expected Galinda to come running and jump her from behind, exclaiming to keep it open, but turned around to no one.

The room was dark, and silent. Shadows crept in every corner, and a she looked down upon her hand on the window sill. A spider crawled up her emerald skin, and seemed to look up at her, willing not to be killed in cold heart. She gently pushed it off. Animal or animal… or bug… arachnid, she corrected, it deserved to live. She was thankful that Galinda wasn't there to demand its mindless slaughter, with plenty of loud screeching accompanied.

While narrowing her eyes, Elphaba walked over to her bed and lightly sat down, picking up a random book. She opened it and got to reading. Silent reading… who would've thought?

For a while she sat there, reading alone… silently. But, to her dismay, her mind began to percept the eerie air about reading with no noise in the background. It was as if the whole world had gone and left… died… or… or, the feeling skulked in that she was being watched. The hair on the back of her neck tingled as she imagined cold, blue eyes fastened onto her face… just where she couldn't see them.

She lowered the book halfway down and away from her face, failing to resist her paranoia. No one there… she sighed and placed it back in front of her face, but still felt her toes tingle uncomfortably. Damn. This was unpleasant… and a bit grotesque. She threw the book down and quickly averted her gaze to behind her back. Of course there was no one there. She was quite close to slapping herself because of her stupidity, when someone tapped on her door quietly.

Elphaba snapped her head in that direction, and gasped in surprise, putting her hand to her heart and cursing. "Who is it? Who dare be behind my door at this hour? I swear, you… whoever you are…" she grumbled, stalking up to the door.

She opened it cautiously. "Oh," she said fiercely flinging it open fully, "it's just the Ajiki prince here to gather his princess together and beg forgiveness. Sorry to disappoint you, but dearest Galinda does not reside here tonight—" Elphaba said this quickly, spitting venom, and then rushing to close the door.

Fiyero stuck his boot in the opening, stopping her from moving it any more. "Elph—"

"Shut your pompous mouth and go away." She leaned against the door, throwing her weight on it, and ultimately, adding pressure little by little to his foot. "Now."

"Why won't you talk to me?" he groaned, biting his lip. He added his hand to the fray, gripping the sharp side of the rough wooden door.

"I hope you like splinters," she remarked as she heaved on it again.

"I have ointment," he assured. "But, I also have persistence."

When he made the door budge ever so slightly, Elphaba grinned slyly. "Well, you're a strapping young lad aren't you?"

"I keep physically in shape," he said simply, finally forcing the door open and coming inside. She backed away quickly, and raised her eyebrows at him.

"Please don't rape me. I quite enjoy my virginity."

"Elphaba!"

"What do you expect a woman to think when a man barges into her room, unannounced and uninvited?" she elucidated. "The first thing, for me, that comes to mind is: sex… and I won't take no for an answer."

"You tease me," he murmured, looking down.

"No, I scare you, and then, you leave without hesitation, while I continue my happy life in peace and harmony… Now go away; at this point in time, I hold a grudge against you. Remember?"

"Elphie—"

"Don't you dare," she warned. "Avaric tried that one time and he couldn't have sex for two months."

"Elphaba," he started again, "I just want to talk to you… I think I've fallen for you… a lot…"

"Fiyero, are you trying to confess love to a girl you've haven't looked in the general direction of twice?" she asked, scoffing slightly. "Well, whether you are or if this is just a dare or something one of your friends put you through, trust me… I'm not all that interesting naked. I'm still a girl, and I have girl attributes, I'm just green."

"If you think that's all I'm interested in then your not as smart as you look, Miss Elphaba," he countered.

"That's all anyone's interested in."

"What?"

"Take Avaric, 'Are you green all over?'"

"'Yes Avaric, I am green all over.'"

"'No. Way. Can I see?'"

"He asked that?"

"He's not the first. It seems the male species is quite interested in seeing oddly colored body parts," she sighed. "Now, I think I've talked too much, and you shouldn't be here, so goodbye." She attempted to shove him out, gripping his shoulders. "Remember, never to talk to me again!"

"Why not," he questioned, resisting her push, "Why shouldn't I?"

"Heh," she laughed, "somehow, I knew you would say something to me two seconds later."

It was his turn. He gripped her shoulders. "Elphaba let me talk to you… I didn't know this would jeopardize your friendship with Galinda."

"Well, it did," she pointed out quite frankly, "and you were so bloody quick to assume that I had any feelings for you in the first place."

"Elphaba, I always see you staring at me… and whenever I look your way you always avert your gaze quickly and blush…"

"Who's to say I'm not looking at something… or someone else…?"

"Just say it… you like me."

"I would never say a false statement, Master Fiyero."

"But it's not false… is it?"

She scrunched up her face. "It is quite false. Sometimes, I think I am incapable of normal human manners. Sometimes, I feel as though I am not human."

Fiyero narrowed his eyes, and shook her slightly. "Elphaba, shut-up. You're just different, and there's nothing wrong with being different. Sometimes, I get the feeling that people around here are too alike… and then I see you… hear your voice… your opinion, and your sharp tongue. Then, I know that we need more beings like you… and I just want to grab your hands and…" He kissed her hands. "Someday, I think you'll grow up to be beautiful, young woman who's admired and looked up upon… and that's how I know I love you, Fabala."

"You don't love me… you can't love me, and you never can. I am a loner, and sad and ugly loner who deserves no one but herself—"

He grabbed her and shoved her against the wall, kissing her neck, and gripping her waist tightly. She moaned and accepted him, turning her neck over, and rolling her shoulders. He kissed the space between her shoulder blade and her neck, working his way up to her ear, and nibbling on her earlobe softly. Elphaba giggled slightly, and Fiyero knew he had her.

He closed her door, and guiding her over to her bed, hearing soft music playing in his ears. Soon, he had her pinned on her soft black quilt, his hands in her hair, and his lips across hers. Her breathing kept transferring from ragged and quick to soft and quiet. This was obviously scaring her, so he took it slow… introducing each step in good time, and completing all with a reassuring kiss. She begged for his lips, his touch, his love, and he gave it.

Her skin was soft… and it shone in the creamy light that came through the drawn curtains. Her hair was a silky cascading waterfall, falling over his fingers like cool liquid. It was like he had just been drenched with flowing water. The dark atmosphere brought a chill to their skin, and dulled the heat of passion. He rubbed his hands along her arms, warming them, and taking away the icy touch. Her arms snaked around his neck, idly, whilst her eyes shone wisely, daringly, darkly… they were mesmerizing, and he had the hardest time looking away from them to kiss her.

The final step… her blouse… her leggings… her thick skirt. Was he bold enough to even try to undress her? He had to try… he wanted to. He longed to hold her in his arms… to move with her, but would she let him? There was only one way to find out…

His hands came up to her chest, as he counted the seconds… one-one thousand, two-one thousand, three-one thousand… he reached for a button, slipping it undone.

"Yero," she half-whispered, "what're… what're you doing…?" Her eyes fluttered slightly, and she looked at him groggily.

"Are you ready…?" He undid another and his breath slipped down her neck and into her blouse.

She opened her eyes wider. "Wha-what?"

"We don't have to—"

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she turned away from him. "Fiyero."

"What is it?"

"Get off of me." She pushed him off and did up her shirt again, and wiping the tears away.

"Fabala…" He touched her shoulder, and looked into her eyes, but she looked away deliberately.

"Call me by my real name… and get your hand off of me." She brushed her hair out of her eyes, exposing the painful rash streaking down from her eye sockets. She led him to the door and opened it wide. "Go back to your dorm. Now. Just like you should have done ten minutes ago." She yawned. "I'm tired. So be on your way quickly."

"Elphaba?"

She pushed him out, and turned her head down, sobbing slightly, in the open doorway. "Go!"

Fiyero stumbled, and looked back to see her tears dripping down to the floor. "Elphaba, what in Oz's name—?

"Just leave… and to answer your question: yes, I am green all over." Her voice started to shake as she said this, and she sniffled several times. "Goodnight, Master Tiggular." And she slammed the door shut.

Author's Note 2: Muahaha, didn't expect that, did you? Now all you have to do is push that little blue button and tell me how evil I am… or how godly… either way will work, my pretties.