Glinda looked at the clock on the wall. She had her shawl wrapped around her shoulders, purse in hand and hair already nicely done.
Elphaba was late.
Fifty minutes late, to be exact.
The blonde beauty frowned, looking at her purse and glove covered hands. She had never been stood up before, and she didn't like the feeling one bit.
"I guess I shouldn't have thought she would come… she always takes so long when she's helping Nessa," Glinda thought with a soft sigh and wondered what she should do.
She really didn't want to go by herself, she didn't know if she was ready. But she didn't want to seem suspicious, after she had said she was going.
She bit her lip gently as she glanced at the clock on the wall once more. She took a breath, stood up straight, put on her "popular" face and opened the door, walking out the dorm and heading to the party.
She neared the large doors to the party, feeling even more nervous then when she stepped out of her dorm, alone. And she started to think if it was a good idea to even come. After all, how would it look if she was just another wall flower?
Like anyone cares, you're just a slut. Pick one of the hundred of boys who will be begging you for a dance, just play the part. Her inner torment hissed into her ear.
She never lost her face, she opened the doors to the hall and floated in, just as a lady must, especially one of her status and greeted friends, strangers and even some teachers.
The beauty walked to the punch bowl, taking a cup and lightly sipping on the liquid. She glanced at the doors every now and then, wondering if maybe, just maybe…
A green butterfly would float in and ask for a dance.
AUTHORS NOTE: Super Short, but never fear; read the next chapter:)