AN: Short chappie. Sorry for lack of updates, it's midterm exams here in Florida. The weather is also really weird, yesterday it was 70 and today it was 40. It's dumb. Also I am going to New York City for the first time in April, and we might have orchestra seats. It should be really funny because my mom is super anxious when it comes to planes. She never takes the window seat and freaks. It's quite hilarious. Oh! If you haven't read or seen The Book Thief, please do. You will thank me. So that's it, my readers. Happy New Year!
Fiyero led two worried girls up to his bedroom and sat them down. Glinda looked like an innocent little lamb, with her eyes watering and making two small perfectly blue oceans, while Elphaba paced and looked livid.
Fiyero's brow furrowed with concern as he reached out and took her arm. "Hey. El?"
Elphaba already knew his question and yanked her arm away. "Now I have to go to jail and bail him out."
"Bail him out?" Fiyero scoffed, his eyes slanting and his cheeks flushing. "What do you mean, 'bail him out?' He hurt you, Elphaba. Don't go get him!"
Elphaba paused, stopping short at his words and the anger built up in his eyes. She would never understand the prince of Vinkus, and found it quite reasonable to say he would never understand her as well.
"It does not matter," She said quietly. "Honestly, Fiyero. It doesn't. Whether he hurt me or not, he is my father. So what if I'm hurt? He can take care or Nessarose properly. I owe it to her. Father has lived with her...raised her...I just. I just can't see him go."
Fiyero darted at her, taking each one of her shoulders in his large hands and shook her, his blue eyes shooting arrows.
"Just listen to yourself, Elphaba!" He reprimanded her like a small child; he was loud and unusually threatening. It startled her to know that sweet, cocky Fiyero could have this much anger hidden inside him. "You are standing up for that bastard! He called you a slut and punched you. He's a horrible person! He's hurting the most amazing woman I've ever met. I can't just stand here and watch you stand up for him. He doesn't deserve it!" He ended the last words with a yell, causing both girls to jump. Fiyero didn't even know why he was acting this way, given that he hd spent most of his life staying either cocky, quiet, or flirtatious. No part of him matched the requirements for such hateful things to come out of his mouth. But seeing the frightened looks darted his way, he calmed. He paused at Elphaba's shocked expression and gently thumbed away a tear from her eye. "He doesn't deserve it." He said again, quietly though, and pulled her head to his chest, running his fingers through her hair. "Oh, sweet Elphaba," He whispered only to her, "He doesn't. He truly doesn't." Elphaba pulled away, feeling that she was being treated like a little angel rather than a green girl with a curse inside.
But Fiyero took her hands in his and leaned forward, his eyes never leaving hers, and brought his lips to gently brush her forehead. "He doesn't deserve you."