Rifiuto: Non Miriena
Question: instead of Avaric, you meant Fenvu... right?
Answer: Yeah, I meant Fenvu
Question: who's going to help him (Fiyero)?
Answer: I'm not sure...
Thanks to Hedwig466 and lizziemagic for reviewing 6.
The next morning, Elphaba left class, heading to the Wilted Rose to meet Fenvu, when she rounded the corner.
"Elphaba!"
A scream of shock and surprise escaped her lips and she jumped, dropping her books. She backed up, shaking, before getting a good look at her attacker. Once she laid eyes on him, she sighed in annoyance.
Fiyero.
Glaring at him, she knelt down to pick up her books.
"Oz Fiyero, you know I hate it when you sneak up on me like that!" She snapped, standing.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."
She eyed him for a moment. "Uh-huh." Then, she moved past him.
"Elphaba!"
"Not now, Yero! I'm meeting Fenvu for lunch, and thanks to your antics, I'm late enough as it is!" She called, watching him before hurrying to the cafeteria.
"But we need to talk!"
But she was gone. He watched the other students move past, going to the cafeteria or off campus, or returning to their dorms before turning and making his way to his own dorm.
"Damn it!"
He mentally kicked himself, going over what had just happened, and realized that he'd let her slip away- no grabbing her arm to stop her, no cornering her, no nothing. His triumph at getting her alone had prevented him from keeping her there and allowed her escape. As he slipped into his dorm, he realized that if he was going to get her alone and keep her alone long enough to have a conversation with her, he had to have a firm plan of action before the triumph.
And he knew just what to do.
Quickly, he dropped his books on the bed, then rushed from the dorm, racing through the green and off campus. His eyes scanned for Elphaba, and after several minutes, he spotted her, making her way out of a bookstore and continuing down the street towards the Wilted Rose. Without even considering how this would look, he raced towards her, keeping silent...
... and then threw his arms around her waist, causing the book she'd just bought and her purse to go flying out of her hands as they landed hard on the pavement at their feet.
People watched the young couple on the ground, throwing them curious or surprised looks, but Fiyero paid them no mind. For several seconds, he just relished the feel of his arms around her, before her soft moan reached his ear.
"Ow... what the-" She turned her head, and her eyes darkened at the sight of her childhood friend on top of her. "Fiyero..."
He smiled at her, vaguely noting the death glare on her face or the growl escaping her throat.
"Hey Elphie."
"GET. OFF. ME." She growled, kicking out, before trying to pull herself to her feet, but he pushed her down again, staying on top of her to hold her to the ground. "Yero! What the fuck are you doing?"
Slowly, he moved closer until his mouth was near her ear before he whispered,
"We need to talk."
Though he couldn't see the look on her face, he was pretty sure she was just about ready to kill him. Chin on the pavement, she sighed and said,
"Get off of me."
"Not until we talk."
"Get off of me."
"I told you, not until we talk."
"Then get off of me, so we can talk."
"Elphie, I told you-"
"WE'LL TALK! JUST GET OFF OF ME!" She snapped, loud enough for several people on the street to stop and stare. After several moments, he whispered,
"Elphaba, everyone heard you."
Slowly, she turned her head, attempting to shoot him a look that could blow up the world if allowed.
"Get off of me, Fiyero. Or you won't be able to PROCREATE!"
"Promise me you won't run?"
"What?"
"You have to promise me you won't run."
She rolled her eyes, before saying,
"Fine. I promise. Just Get. Off. Me."
Reluctantly, he did, helping her to her feet and picking up her books.
"Sorry Elphie."
After several minutes, she grabbed the front of his shirt and dragged him into an alley, shoving him up against a wall.
"You have five minutes. Talk."
