Elphaba couldn't help but smile slightly as the blonde seemed to finally show, to everyone, that the two of them really were friends.
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Chapter Seven: Popular?
She had actually thought that they were becoming friends. Elphaba couldn't believe how stupid she had been. She had actually thought that she, the green freak, was developing a friendship. She should have realized it was phony; nothing more then a joke.
But she had let her hope overpower her logic and now she was paying the price.
The tears flowed freely and she had to constantly dab at her face with a tissue to keep the salty liquid from burning her skin. She knew that Galinda had been drunk last night when she offered her that make-over… said she would make her popular. But she didn't realize that the blonde could still be so insensitive and cruel even drunk.
So cruel.
The blonde had given her hope; hope for a friendship, hope for acceptance. But then the blonde had taken it away as quickly as it came. Ripped her hope out from underneath her. Stole it from her grasp.
The whispered taunts, and even outright taunts, had not stopped and Elphaba had found herself standing in shock when she came upon the blonde willingly participating in the ever present bullying towards her. When Galinda had spotted her roommate she had turned a deep shade of red and averted her eyes to the ground. Elphaba hadn't been able to tell whether the blonde had been embarrassed at being caught or if she had felt guilty.
The green girl doubted it was guilt.