(A/N: Hello! Thanks for all the wonderful reviews for last chapter, they were very nice. This story will not be immediate Fiyeraba, in fact it may take a rather long time, so be patient or enjoy the story regardless! I think there might be a good dose of Galinda drama as well...So this is not immediate Fiyeraba or immediate Galinda/Elphaba friendship. SO please enjoy this chapter and review. P.S--sorry for the super long wait! But Thanksgiving break is coming up, so maybe I'll get some reviews in there, depending on reviews.)

"I'm sorry, but there's nothing we can do about the rooming situation." said the squished up old hag of a secretary said again.

"There must be some other room you could put me in." Elphaba tried again.

"I'm sorry, they're all full."

"Check again."

"Nope."

"One more time."

"Still full."

"Fine." Elphaba finally grumbled, "Could you at least give me a key? My roommate doesn't feel like letting me in right now."

"Sure I'll give you a key," the lady said, "Just stop badgering me about a new room." she practically threw the key at Elphaba who caught it without saying thank you. She trudged back up the stairs and let herself in this time. Galinda was sitting at her vanity, brushing her hair. She whipped around as the door opened and glared at Elphaba. She spied her small, shabby suitcase and smirked.

"Is that all you've got?" she sneered. Elphaba didn't respond, feeding wood to the fire. Galinda seethed. She hated being ignored, even by ugly artichokes. She stood up and walked towards the green girl, "Do you know who I am?!"

"Um…Galinda right? Or was it just Glinda?" asked Elphaba. Galinda fumed and she walked closer to the green girl, clutching her bottle of perfume threateningly.

"Ok listen, I am Galinda Upland and I can make your life miserable if I want to. My father practically rules Gillikin. He even knows the wizard personally. My mother is a famous fashion designer and her designs are worn by Oz's elite. I live in a mansion with over 45 rooms in it and I attended Gillikin High School, the most prestigious high school in Oz. You on the other hand are probably the daughter of a poor farmer, or judging by your ghastly coloring, you might as well have just jumped out of one of the vegetable fields. Your mother probably is illiterate and has to sell herself just to make sure you don't get evicted from the ramshackle cardboard box your living in. And you don't belong here."

"Beg your pardon Miss Upland," Elphaba spat, "But as interesting as your miniscule background was, you got mine completely wrong. First off, my father is the Governor of Munchkinland and so you can imagine that I don't live in a cardboard box. I attended Munchkinland High School, a private school in case you were wondering, and I graduated as valedictorian. My mother is dead, but thanks for paying respects to her memory and as to the fact of whether or not I belong here? Well, at least I didn't have to buy my way in."

"How dare you!" Galinda screeched. Elphaba winced.

"Must you always make such unpleasant sounds?" she asked.

"What can I say?" Galinda growled venomously, "Green makes my skin crawl." Elphaba stared at her for a moment as the blonde smirked. Without warning, Elphaba slapped the perfume bottle out of Galinda's hand. The bottle crashed to the ground and shattered, the smelly liquid oozing on the floor. Elphaba stormed to the door and yanked it open.

"I am going to ruin you Elphaba Thropp!" Galinda yelled.

"Go ahead and try!" Elphaba shouted as she slammed the door behind her.

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"And then she had the audacity to tell me that I didn't belong here, when quite clearly--" Elphaba rambled on as she stirred her coffee faster and faster.

"Hey, slow down, you're making a whirlpool of your coffee." Fiyero said, grabbing Elphaba's hand to stop her from stirring the coffee. She immediately stopped and looked up at him, their eyes locking as their hands touched. She slowed down, but her heart sped up.

"Better?" Fiyero asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No." Elphaba quipped.

"Oh Ellie, you're so stubborn!" Fiyero chuckled, letting go of her hand as Elphaba resumed her rapid stirring.

"I don't see how I can possibly room with that crazy, psycho blonde all year." Elphaba said, "I won't be able to stand it!"

"Ah, she can't be too bad Fabala." said Fiyero, shrugging, "I mean, she's just a blonde, what harm could she do?"

"Ugh, Yero, she is that bad." Elphaba groaned, pushing the coffee aside, "She's convinced that because of her social status that she is going to 'ruin' me."

"What was her name again?" Fiyero asked.

"GAlinda Upland." Elphaba muttered darkly, "Did I put enough emphasis on the GA?" Fiyero chuckled.

"So she's an Upland huh? Not one of those upper Uplands, is she?"

"Not only is she of the Upper Uplands, but her father apparently 'rules' Gillikin." said Elphaba.

"Gillikin doesn't have a ruler."

"Well Miss Upland is convinced that if they did, her father would be it."

"Ah, just don't let her get to you Elphie, she sounds like trouble, just ignore her." Fiyero shrugged.

"That's easy for you to say, you haven't met her yet." Elphaba hit him playfully on the shoulder. Fiyero laughed.

"And I hope I never do!" Fiyero grinned, grabbing Elphaba's hand again as she began to spin her coffee. She looked up at him as their hands connected and Fiyero felt shivers in his spine. He couldn't help but notice how sweetly brown her eyes were as she looked at him.

"Hey guys!" they both turned as they saw Luca coming their way, waving at them as he weaved through the coffee house, Avaric behind him. Luca was a good looking boy, he was no Fiyero certainly, but he was cute in his own geeky way. He wasn't buff by any means, but he was not lanky. He had baby blue eyes and short blonde hair. He mostly wore sweaters and khakis or sometimes polo shirts or other collared shirts. He usually had his messenger bag strung over one shoulder, papers bursting like lava from a volcano out of the top. Elphaba decided she liked his style and his look. He eagerly pulled up a chair at Fiyero and Elphaba's table by the window wall. Avaric did the same, his chair sidling quite close to Elphaba's. While Avaric was completely over confident and conceited and was really quite perverted and full of himself, Elphaba liked him for some odd reason. He was funny and he was not always a complete ass, but of course, he had his moments.

"Hey Luca." said Fiyero.

"What is kicking home dogs." he said, his much too proper English butchering the attempted slang. Though in his defense, slang butchers proper English, so he should have a right to butcher slang with proper English and make everyone realize how ironic and clever that was.

"Don't be a dumb fuck," said Fiyero, "That was a stupid greeting."

"That was a stupid ass greeting." Avaric pitched in.

"I thought it was clever…" Luca murmured, looking down at his shoes. Fiyero and Avaric rolled their eyes and sipped their coffee. Elphaba laughed and Luca offered her a weak smile.

"So Elphaba, how do you like Shiz so far?" asked Luca.

"Well I don't start classes until tomorrow, but as far as roommates and everything, I hate it." Elphaba grumbled. Fiyero threw his arms in the air.

"I was just getting her off that subject!" he said. Everyone ignored him.

"Roommate brought up from hell huh?" Avaric asked.

"Bingo."

"Well tough luck Emerald, I don't like my roommate either." Avaric said.

"Hey!" Luca cried, shoving Avaric.

"Touchy, touchy," Avaric tsked, "See," he turned back to Elphaba, "He's too sensitive! And OCD! The tiniest wrinkle in his sweater and he's running for an iron!"

"Who are you rooming with Fiyero?" asked Elphaba.

"Fiyero's got a private suite." Luca mocked him.

"Yeah, he's a prince, so naturally, he gets the private suite." Avaric grumbled. He then brightened though as a thought came into his head, "Hey Emerald, I just remembered. Are we still on for Friday?"
"What are we doing?"

"Movies."

"Alright then." said Elphaba, "Friday."

"Hey, can I come?" asked Luca hopefully.

"Can you not understand the concept of a private date Luca? Two people, having a romantic night, you really want to be a third wheel? Emerald and I are going on a date, which means no dumb fucks allowed." Avaric hit him lightly on the back of his head.

"Oh, so that's how you're going to think of it?" asked Elphaba, looking at Avaric, an eyebrow raised, "A date?"

"Well if that's how you want to think of it." Avaric murmured leaning closer to her.

"Well I don't know, I'll think of it however you want to think of it." Elphaba continued, well accustomed to the back and forth banter before deciding if she would really go for the guy.

"Well you know I'm going to think of it as a date." Avaric grinned.

"Then it's a date," Elphaba said simply, "Just don't be a dumb fuck about it." Everyone at the table laughed at that and Avaric and Elphaba kissed impulsively.

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"You and Avaric, huh?" asked Fiyero as he walked Elphaba back to her dorm.

"It seems so." Elphaba smiled. She decided today was a perfectly fine day to start her mission. She was on a mission to find a guy she could keep, or at least one that could keep her. Maybe Avaric would be it! Maybe…perhaps…or not…she might as well give him a try, she never knew. She held hands with Fiyero as they walked, and their joined hands swung between them.

"Well, I think you guys look cute together." said Fiyero, poking her nose and grinning at her.

"Oh shut up." Elphaba muttered, hitting him on the shoulder.

"What? You guys do look cute!"

"Don't be a dumb fuck Fiyero." Elphaba muttered. Fiyero laughed loudly then, adding to Elphaba's annoyance. He kissed her on the cheek and her slight anger melted away as she smiled at him. Fiyero smiled back and they stopped walking as they felt their hands getting sweaty and their heart beats picking up.

"I um…" Fiyero began. Elphaba looked up at the building they had coincidentally stopped in front of her dorm building.

"Oh, here we are." Elphaba said, pulling her hand away, "Thanks for walking me back. I guess I'll see you sometime tomorrow."

"You'll probably be in my classes." said Fiyero, "I know you're a little too advanced for some of the freshman classes and I failed some of my classes last year. So I'm retaking about two."

"You failed classes?!" Elphaba asked, appalled.

"Don't act so surprised Elphie, it's flattering and all, but I'm not exactly smart." Fiyero muttered, looking down. Elphaba put a hand on his face and he looked back up at her.

"Of course you're smart Fiyero." Elphaba smiled, "I'll help you make up the grades. Don't worry, we'll make a scholar out of you yet." Fiyero chuckled.

"We'll see." he said, "And I'll see you tomorrow." he kissed her forehead and walked away. Elphaba waved and she went up to her dorm, anxiously awaiting the maelstrom waiting for her inside.