Elphaba dropped her suitcase on her bed and retrieved notepaper to write to Father.

'Dearest Darlingest Momsie and Popsicle,' Galinda scratched on the flowery pink paper.

'My dear Father,' Elphaba scribbled on her emerald green stationary.

'There's been some confusion over rooming here at Shiz,' The pens documented in unison. Elphaba was determined to come clean with Father right off the bat. Galinda was looking for immediate sympathy.

'But of course I'll care for Nessa,' said Elphaba's pen.

'But of course I'll rise above it,' continued Galinda's.

'For I know that's how you'd want me to respond, yes.' The pens paused for ink. 'There's been some confusion, for you see, my roommate is,' Again, the writers stopped, trying to think of the best day to depict the person they would be spending most of the next year with.

'Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe,' Galinda took the politically correct route that she knew would worry her parents beyond belief. Galinda never pretended to be intelligent unless she was in harm's way. Galinda smirked at her parent's mindset.

'Blonde!' Elphaba knew it was the only adjective for Galinda. Father would understand it was the obnoxious girl from that morning.

Galinda glanced up at Elphaba, an already too familiar feeling boiling in her stomach. Elphaba turned to meet the gaze, but Galinda looked down. Elphaba put aside her letter. Galinda did the same. Each lost in their similar thoughts, Galinda used her best non-violent emotional release: song.

"What is this feeling, so sudden and new?" She sang softly and rolled onto her back, honestly trying to contemplate this new experience.

"I felt the moment I laid eyes on you," Elphaba, also reverting to song, sat up. This emotion was a lot more well-known to her, being she had quite a few bullying enemies over her life. Even still, she was hoping it wasn't the dread sensation that had caused so much mayhem to her and those who knew her.

"My pulse is rushing," Galinda started listed her symptoms, attempting to find the illness.

"My head is reeling," Elphaba added, fully standing. Galinda was trying to ignore her roommate until now. She squirmed on the bed and faced Elphaba.

"My face is flushing," She twisted off of the bed, less graceful than she usually was with her admirers.

"What is this feeling? Fervid as a flame, does it have a name?" Galinda and Elphaba's eyes met, sending unseen volts of electricity around the room. "Yes…" The pair had found the name of the fire.

"Loathing!" They declared, inches away, using all of their self-control to keep singing and not fight. "Unadulterated loathing!"

"For your face!" Galinda spat, determined to show this creature her inferiority.

"Your voice!" Elphaba did a very mean imitation of Galinda's bubbly tone. She called upon memories of her father's counseling to ignore Galinda's insults. 'You are everything the wicked aren't'. This also brought forth the unbidden advice of earlier that day: 'Remember to be nice to everybody'. She tried to push that thought from her mind, focusing on the other girl.

"Your clothing!" Elphaba's eyes blazed at the insult. What was wrong with her clothes?! Did it matter what you wear?!

"Let's just say, I loathe it all!" The pair jumped away, filled with the sudden urge to run away from their respective evils. Students in the hall began to wonder what was going on as the 'song fight' grew.

"Every little trait, however small, makes my very flesh begin to crawl," The pair left the room, making small movements to goad the other into violence, all the while never taking their eyes off of each other.

"With simple, utter loathing! There's a strange exhilaration in such total detestation! It's so pure, so strong!" Galinda and Elphaba were fully out in the hallway, students unable to avoid the strong voices of the pair. Those unfamiliar with their newfound hatred thought it was a lovely harmony and they should form a singing duo.

"Though I do admit it came on fast, still I do believe that it can last!" Unnoticed faces surrounded the pair, fearing a full-on brawl.

"And I will be loathing, loathing you my whole life long!"

"Dear Galinda, you are just too good!" A group of Galinda's friends came to comfort the less-than-perky blonde, and hopefully end a scrape that hadn't started.

"How do you stand it , I don't think I could!" Galinda relaxed, expecting more friends, but was utterly shocked to see the new handful of students were here to show loyalty to Elphaba. Galinda's heart hardened as she saw a few of her friends among the crowd. She would have to punish them later. Well, somehow. Maybe she would silent treat them.

"She's a terror!" Galinda's cohort declared, all eyes intent on shooting daggers at Elphaba.

"She's a tartar!" Galinda was stung at the insult from Elphaba's little gang. Nobody insulted her! She was perfect! "We don't mean to show a bias…"

"But, Galinda, You're a martyr!" Galinda's friends cut off the other group's verbal attacks.

"Well…These things are sent to try us!" Galinda reveled in the sympathies of her friends.

"You guys, I'll be fine!" Elphaba scolded her cluster, surprising Galinda. If Galinda knew one thing, it was if somebody wanted to wait on you, you let them.

"Poor Gelfinba, forced to reside," The two groups clashed as they tried to say their chosen girl's name. "With someone so disgusticified! We just want to tell you, we're all on your side! We share your loathing!"

"What is this feeling, so sudden and new?" Galinda and Elphaba, surrounded by supporters, viewed the other more like a country in need of conquering that a person.

"Unadulterated loathing!" Chorused the students, never taking their eyes off of the dreaded girl, whether she was green or blonde.

"I felt the moment I laid eyes on you?" Each stood at the center of their army, trying to find weak points for attack.

"For her face, her voice, her clothing! Let's just say:"

"My pulse is rushing, my head is reeling…" The outward signs of their hatred clouded rational thought.

"We loathe it all!"

"Oh, what is this feeling?" Each returned to the safety of friends to collect themselves.

"Every little trait, however small,"

"Does it have a name?"

"Makes our very flesh begin to crawl!"

"Yes….Ahh! Loathing!" The girls were almost shouting, facing each other with their groups flanked behind them for support.

"Loathing!" The students echoed, determined to make the others back down.

"There's a strange exhilaration!"

"Loathing!"

"In such total detestation!"

"Loathing!"

"It's so pure, so strong!"

"So strong!"

"Though I do admit it came on fast, still I do believe that it can last, and I will be loathing,"

"Loathing…"

"For, forever loathing,"

"Loathing…"

"Truly deeply, loathing you!"

"Loathing YOU!"

"My whole life long!"

"Loathing! Unadulterated loathing!" Elphaba turned away as if to leave calmly. Her supporters parted, and Galinda let her guard down. Suddenly, she whipped around and shouted, hands raised terrifyingly: "Boo!"

"AAA!" Galinda screamed and fell backwards a bit. Elphaba's friends broke out laughing and congratulating her on her prank.

'Could anyone possibly have worse luck than I?' Galinda thought as her friends expressed condolences and disgust at Galinda's roommate. She turned to glare at her roommate's back as she left, surrounded by friends. 'This means war, Elphaba Thropp.'

How'd you like it? The TWO popularity queens are to battle it out 'til the end! Do Elphaba and Galinda ever become friends? (Elphaba's pose at the end is like the image you get from The Wizard of Oz when you image search for Wicked Witch of the West.) Reviews are loved and cherished and tacked up on my wall :) so please tell me what you think! If anyone can come up with more synonyms for a group of people/students it would be greatly appreciated. Thank you to faithful readers who keep me updating in a timely fashion. I'd also like to thank- okay, I'll shut up now :). -LostOzian.