Chapter Two
Fiyero started his second day of classes by waking up late and hung over, as expected. This, to him was a routine that he was all right by living by. He called it 'dancing through life'- not caring what grades he made or whom he pissed off the night before, he was just going to roll with the punches.
So, he arrived late to his history class again, this time noticing the green woman sitting in the front row and the glare she shot him when he walked in,
"Late again, are we, Mr. Tiggular? You may set a record soon." Dr. Dillamond said without turning around.
He didn't mind the Animal's words as he sat down, the emerald woman sticking in his mind, but as all things, she soon left it. The class went on slowly for him, and when it was over, he was the first one out of the door. Then, after realizing how much learning he hadn't done, he decided to skip the rest of his classes for the day.
This went on for the first few weeks. As the order of things would have it, Fiyero started to fail many of his classes, and this soon got back to his parents. Having been to many different schools already, this was cause for concern. The head Shiztress, Madame Morrible, a quite gaudy woman, assigned Fiyero a tutor.
This tutor was none other than Miss Elphaba Thropp, from Munchkinland.
When Elphaba was notified of this, she closed her eyes, and scrunched her face, hoping that what she'd read was not the truth, that this was some cruel twist of fate, but it was not.
She had to help the one person she despised at this school achieve the impossible- succeed.
So, the two inevitably met soon enough in the library for their first session together. Fiyero sat down with no books, no paper, and no pencil. Elphaba looked at him and said, "Why don't you have any materials?"
He looked up at her in silence.
"Well?"
He sighed, "Aren't you just supposed to write my papers for me? I'll pay you."
Elphaba took a long look in his blue eyes and promptly gathered her things, preparing to leave. Fiyero said, shocked,
"What are you doing?!"
"Leaving. You clearly don't have any motivation. Go find someone else to write your papers." And with that she left him in the library, his mouth open in shock, because no one had ever defied him like that before.
So, the day after Elphaba walked out on him, he went in search of other help. He went to every corner of the school and found no one willing to tutor him- his reputation had gotten to them first. So, the next day he went to library and found a green girl sitting at a table, reading a life sciences book.
When he approached her, she didn't acknowledge him.
"Hey," he said, sitting across from her. She paid him no mind. "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for yesterday."
Without looking up from her book, she said, "No one else would take your bribes, huh?"
Even though she wasn't looking, she could see the annoyed look on his face, "You are correct. You're all I've got."
It was now that she looked up at him, "And why don't I just walk away right now and let you fail?"
He sighed, "I don't know."
"Do you realize the hole you've dug yourself?"
He shook his head no.
"You're failing everything except history, which you barely are passing."
"Do you ever think there is more to life than just grades?" he said, putting a hand on his stubbled chin.
She sighed, "Absolutely. But grades, right now, can determine how easy or difficult your life can turn out to be."
Fiyero pondered her thought for a moment and then said, "I don't believe we have properly met." He extended his hand, "I'm Fiyero Tiggular."
She took it, "Elphaba Thropp."
"So, Elphaba, what do I have to do?"
She smiled at him, while she pushed her book to him, "Read the first chapter. Come back tomorrow and I'll quiz you on it." She said, getting up from her seat and leaving him in the library.
"Are you serious?" he said before she left.
"You do know how to read, don't you?" she said, walking out of the doors of the library.
Oh, Elphaba and her sass.