Author's Note: Oh my gosh, I am so humongoly sorry that you all had to wait two days for another chapter from me; just blame a load of last minute Science Fair Project workings and New Years on the lack of updates. Speaking of New Years, well, Happy New Year! I hope you had a great New Year's Eve/night/morning. And also, I have a question: what do you call Professor Nidikik? Is he a doctor is a professor? And is he Nidikik or Nididik? I am so confused. Thanks so much.
So as for my little New Year present to you, just sit back, relax, and enjoy Chapter Six

Title: The Dare

Rating: T

Summary: When Fiyero participates in a game of Truth or Dare, he receives the challenge of a lifetime: become quite intimate with the Green Girl. The prize? One hundred thousand dollars. The result? You find out. And PS: Bonus points for actually...loving her.


Fiyero plopped down onto his chair in Life Sciences the next morning, exhausted after a whole night of scheming. He had it all planned out. First, he would ask to be tutored. Then…he would be tutored and then, well, then they'd have sex. It was such a perfect idea and he would be done with this very unthrillifying bet in a day. Gosh. That was most definitely worth his whole night of thinking.

One hundred thousand dollars, coming my way.

The only obstacle in his way was Galinda. He may act like he didn't appreciate her but deep down inside, he really did. Sure, when they were together she spent more time gossiping than really talking to him, but that didn't matter. She was pretty, popular, and petite. The three perfect P's was what every guy wanted in a girl.

…Right?

Of course, he assured himself. No doubt about it.

Not but a clock-tick later, his victim sat down alongside him. He watched as she placed her textbook, notebook, and pen on the desk neatly and waited patiently for class to begin.

Fiyero cleared his throat.

Silence.

He had to get her to say something.

"Good morning, sunshine!" He sang.

Elphaba whirled around in her seat and gave him a cold glare. "If you ever call me anything but Elphaba ever again, your lifetime expectancy will be severely shortened."

Oh my. That was his second death threat. Elphaba was certainly one of the rudest individuals Fiyero had ever encountered. Well, he would just have to break through her hard shell. In a way, Fiyero figured, Elphaba was just like a lime. For starters, they're both green. And limes have a bitter peel but their insides are…oh. Sour. This wasn't exactly helping his case.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to offend, insult, or taunt you in any way." He reached for her hand so that he could kiss it charmingly in the way that only he could do.

Slap.

Owwwww…

Fiyero lifted his hand to his cheek slowly, smarting from the pain. Needless to say, her reaction was not exactly what he had anticipated. He felt his face redden – and not only from the smack – as everyone laughed when they became aware as to what had happened between the greenie and the Winkie.

His reputation was so ruined.

Elphaba

"What's the matter, String Bean? Fiyero insult your dead mommy? Aww, poor baby." Avaric mocked after witnessing Elphaba slap the Winkie Prince.

Elphaba turned a darker shade of emerald. How the hell did that son of a bitch know about her mother?

Ooooo.

She glanced around the room and saw that Galinda was fervidly 'reading' through her notes. That girl was going to be in so much trouble.

Of course, this was yet another example of how Elphaba could never admit anything to anyone without something bad happening to her. She clenched her fists but ignored all the gibes thrown in her direction. Oh, how she loathed Galinda.

But what she heard next made her heart stop.

"Oh come on, Avaric, give the green girl a break." Fiyero called out.

As he finished his statement, Elphaba felt a warm feeling grow inside her body. It was like the feeling she experienced whenever she was tending to Nessarose, but this one was even more powerful. And she wasn't sure she liked it. She didn't know what it was, and that scared her.

The class, still buzzing with gossip, reluctantly quieted down as the professor stepped into the room. He began his daily lecture by reading a "poem of condolence, in honor of our dear, departed Doctor Dillamond".

Wait, what?!

Elphaba's hand shot up. Not bothering to wait for the teacher to acknowledge her body part waving in the air, she spoke up. "Professor Nidikik, you say Doctor Dillamond has…departed. Yes, but in what sense of the word are you referring to?"

The professor looked extremely flustered. "Well, um, the non-dead kind, of course! We would um, make a bigger deal of his er, departure if he were actually…really departed."

But that didn't mean anything to Elphaba.

"And writing a poem of sympathy for Doctor Dillamond would not be considered making a big deal out of it? I mean, if he was just resigning, one would simply wish them luck and…and I guess that'd be it."

Professor Nidikik glowered at his annoying green student. "Class, please thank Miss Elphaba Thropp for your extra assignment tonight. And for the fact that I will not be reading my lovely poem to you all as certain people wouldn't appreciate it."

And so he began his lecture.

For the first time ever, Elphaba found herself zoning out and thinking about other things. Such as Doctor Dillamond and his 'departure'. And of course, Master Fiyero's comment. What did it mean?

Well, she would just have to finish her thoughts later because a piece of paper had just subtly made its way over to her desk.

i have a question my fellow greeny. The note said in a schoolboy scrawl.

Normally Elphaba would have huffed at his calling of her hue (and the misspelling at that), but the way he said fellow…it just…sounded nicer. Like they were…friends, almost. Could it be? That they were more than just two classmates?

Ask away, Master Fiyero. She didn't feel fully comfortable with letting go of his formality. He took the note back and replied.

Well i seem to be having a little trouble in math. i was wondering if you could tutor me some nights. i would prefer not failing that class. and please – just call me Fiyero.

…just call me Fiyero…

That one solitary sentence echoed throughout Elphaba's head. It was one simple phrase, but the meanings were endless. It confused her and she would rather not respond to his message, but that would be rude.

And since when has Elphaba cared about being rude?

All right then, Fiyero. She replied with her neat cursive. I guess I will. But there is one thing: I am not too sure of how Miss Galinda will react to our little sessions. And you will tell her, as I would not feel comfortable if you did not.

Elphaba chuckled to herself as she watched Fiyero read the note out of the corner of her eye. His eyebrows were furrowed in deep thought, something he'd never done in front of her before. Probably because he had never thought in front of her.

Okay, i guess I should. but a time…well, how about from 5-6 every tuesday and thursday. i think that sounds good.

Affirmed. But Fiyero, if we were to begin my teaching you now, I would like to suggest one thing: it is customary for one to capitalize the first letter of a sentence as well as the pronoun 'I'. In addition, one usually capitalizes the days of the week and writes out small numbers. For example, instead of writing '5-6' you would write 'five to six'. Understand?

Elphaba had to admit, sometimes writing notes during class were the easiest way to pass time. She would never have done it for Doctor Dillamond, but Professor Nidikik's lectures were so biased that Elphaba found herself actually hating the class.

Sure. You Mean LIke This? Am I DoIng Okay?

Elphaba giggled. No! Do you have any idea how annoying you can be?

I aim to be annoying.

With that, Professor Nidikik dismissed the class. Fiyero snatched up the paper and crumpled it in his hands.

Elphaba watched him go up to Galinda and talk to her. She sighed inaudibly, knowing that their conversations would only occur if she was the only person available. Oh well. She didn't need Fiyero; she would just go take care of Nessa. She could skip the library today.

And so she did.