1Disclaimer: I'm sorry I didn't put one of these. Please don kill me. Ha! How can you kill me? You don even know who I am (minus a few of you). I own nothing at all except the thoughts and lines that Elphaba says you didn't hear in the play or book. Still haven't read the book (wanna so bad!!!), so yeah, I'm an idiot when it comes to book Elphie.

Chapter 3. Love? Definitely

Elphaba walked into Doctor Dillamond's class the next day with her hair down, her glasses off and a pink flower in her hair, which was let down around her shoulders. She stood to one side, trying furiously to toss her hair over her shoulder like Galinda could, but the stupid hair, was just, too- long! She suddenly noticed through a fog of black hair that Fiyero was standing right in front of her. She stopped shaking her head immediately, her face turning a lovely ivory color with humiliation. "What?" she finally rasped after what seemed like forever.

"You!" The Winkie prince shrugged and laughed a little. "You've been Galindafied." He imitated her, then frowned teasingly.

Doctor Dillamond walked in just then, making the class scurry for their seats. Elphaba grabbed the nearest one with the best view of the chalkboard and pulled out her books, not noticing the lingering gaze Fiyero was letting rest on her. Elphaba looked up eagerly and saw the goat's face. He looked tired and worried about something. It reminded Elphaba of how she felt whenever Galinda was trying to get her to do something perky or excitable. The thought made her grin wryly, but it was broken by Doctor Dillamond's weary voice breaking into her thoughts.

"Class, I have some troubling news." The goat professor cleared his throat and looked at his students wearily, then told them he had been re-assigned.

What? Elphaba didn't want to believe her ears! She couldn't! But then she blearily noticed the goat being dragged out of the room, screaming something about how they wouldn't be told everything.

Another person came in with a lion cub.

Elphaba tried to touch it, then scowled at the man as he slapped her hand away. "Don't, it's a very dangerous creature. It's in that cage for it's own good."

"If it's for his own good, then why is he shivering?"

"Why, with excitement of course!" He smiled unreassuringly, then began droning about something that Elphaba couldn't bring herself to listen to, but she heard him say, "most importantly, it will never learn how to speak." She turned her head and watched with horror as the other students gathered around, fascinated as he held up a ridiculously big needle.

"Somebody's got to do something!" She shrieked to the nearest person, who happened to be Fiyero. There was a clash of thunder and everyone but herself and Fiyero began suddenly dancing around under some sort of spell.

"What's happening?" Fiyero cried, reeling away as an enchanted girl spun past him.

"Oh, I got mad and- c'mon! We have to get him out of here!" Elphaba snatched up the lion, cage and all and rushed out, Fiyero following closely. She came into a courtyard with a cub under a blue blanket she had draped over the cage to calm him.

"Why is it every time I see you, you're causing some sort of commotion?" Fiyero complained as he stumbled up behind her.

"I don't cause commotions, I am one!" Elphaba said nastily, then looked down at the cub, who had yelped. "Oh, I didn't mean to scare him."

Fiyero shrugged. "He's fine. I'll go drop it off in the woods if you want me to."

"As if I want your help, you didn't even want to do anything to help him!"

"Fine! If you don't want my help-"

"No, I do!" Elphaba leapt up and took two enormous bounds, seizing his hand to restrain him from leaving. Her face turned ashen this time and he turned pink around his ears. He didn't blush very well.

"Um, I'll go drop him off in the woods." Fiyero took his hand from hers and went to get the lion.

"Yes, you do that." Elphaba lowered her head, but looked up and saw him glance back before he vanished into the woods. She wrung her hand where they had touched and gazed at where he had disappeared. "Hands touch, eyes meet. Sudden silence, sudden heat."

She looked away and pulled at her sleeve, letting the dark hair fall in her face. "Hearts leap, in a giddy whirl. He could be that boy, but I'm not that girl." She stopped herself by spreading her hands out in a resilient gesture, noticing their color being slightly lighter than the grass.

"Don't dream too far. Don't lose sight of who you are. Don't remember that rush of joy." She smiled and allowed a shiver to run up her spine. "He could be that boy, but I'm not that girl. Every so often we long to steal to the land of what might have been." She sobered and stared at her hands again. "But that doesn't soften the ache we feel when reality sets back in."

She though about what Galinda had told her. She was right. You had to be just like that in order to earn a boy like Fiyero. "Blithe smile, lithe limbed. She who's winsome, she wins him. Gold hair with a gentle curl." She shook her head with a ghost of a grin, picturing Galinda's mess of springy, yellow curls. "That's the girl he chose, and heaven knows I'm not that girl."

It began raining, making Elphaba gasp and duck underneath a walkway just as Fiyero and Galinda walked over. They seemed engrossed in conversation, Galinda finally having to end it with a reluctant kiss. Elphaba's heart fluttered. Had they been fighting? Were they going to split up? Did she have a chance with him after all? No, "don't wish, don't start. Wishing only ruins the heart. I wasn't born for the rose and pearl. There's a girl I know, he loves her so. I'm not," she brushed her hair back and looked wistfully at the place where Fiyero had stood, "that girl."

Madam Morrible suddenly walked into the courtyard, not noticing the rain. "Elphaba, my dear!" She tried to take Elphaba's green hand with her wet one, making the girl yelp and shrink away. "Oh, yes. We could do with a change of weather." She spread out her arms and suddenly the rain vanished. "Isn't that better? My dear miss Elphaba, you have a letter from the wizard!"

"The wizard?" Elphaba leapt out of her hiding place and looked at Madam Morrible almost adoringly. "Let me see!" She took the letter and quickly opened it. "It's an invitation!" she exclaimed, not being able to conceal her delight.

Madam Morrible said something, but Elphaba didn't listen. She clutched the emerald letter against her black dress and ran back to her room as fast as she could. Galinda, she had to tell Galinda!

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Alright! Just a little update/teaser. There are a few original chapters coming up (including the next one), so if you are a original story reading person and your barely putting up with my story, then stay with me a little longer, k?