Elphaba went back to her room at Shiz to dry off. She wrapped a towel around her hair and stared in the mirror. She looked at herself for a long time, making faces in the mirror. She tried her normal face. Then she tried her mean face. Not much of a difference. Elphaba tried making a happy, cheerful face. It looked somewhat out of character. She then attempted to make a sultry, seductive face, one like Galinda makes when she is talking to Fiyero. Elphaba was not pleased with her attempt and gave up.

"Why would he ever want me? I am not pretty, like Galinda is," Elphaba said. She had an idea. She took out some of the make up Galinda kept by the mirror. After moments of hesitation, she began to put the countless beauty products on.

"How do you put this on?" she muttered, grabbing some mascara. Elphaba used her face as a canvas. She experimented with some black mascara and a little bit of eyeliner. The eyeliner stood out on her skin, in a good way. She used some of Galinda's expensive lip gloss. She knew that Galinda would kill her if she found out what she was doing.

After a half hour of painting on a fake face, Elphaba looked in the mirror. Sure, she looked good, but she became disgusted with herself. She would not change herself so that maybe one day Fiyero would notice her like she notices him. He would never anyway. Fiyero only seemed to care about one person- himself. Or maybe, possibly, at times, he cared about Galinda. She frantically began to wipe off the make up when the door to the dorm room open.

"Elphie, I'm baa-aak!" Galinda flopped on the bed while Elphaba rolled her eyes at the ridiculously perky nickname. Galinda was dolled up in a yellow dress to match her sunny disposition. She noticed Elphaba scrubbing her face. "Oh dear, what are you doing to your face? Are you scrubbing the green off? Because, frankly, I do not think that it would work. Wait! Did you try my face scrub from the Upper Uplands? It might exfoliate your skin so much that it would-"

"I WAS NOT SCRUBING THE GREEN OFF!!!! Get that through your blissful blonde brain first. It is my skin and it is here to stay. And I was, well, trying to look more like you so then Fiy-" Elphaba stopped herself. "Never mind. I was messing around with some make up because I was bored. That's all. And, to tell you the truth, I don't even like it. Sorry for touching your things." Elphaba, embarrassed, put Galinda's make up back in the little pink sparkly bag. She had to stop caring about Fiyero. Love was not for her, thank you very much.

Galinda shrugged. She was used to people wanting to look like her. Hell, people wanted to be her. She was high class, beautiful, and raised in the most exclusive and the most prestigious part of all Oz. What if one green girl touched her make up? She can definitely afford much more. She could afford to buy make up for practically every girl who attended Shiz.

What made Galinda wondered was why Elphaba was acting odd. Once, Elphaba told Galinda how absurd the ritual of applying make up to ones face was. Now, Elphaba was putting it one, like a professional, in the large mirror. Something had gotten into that girl and Galinda wanted to find out.

Elphaba continued washing the make up off. Galinda, who was still lounging on the bed, rolled onto her stomach. Her feet were by the headboard. She grabbed a pillow and positioned it comfortably beneath her ample chest.

"I am sooo bored!" Galinda exclaimed. She looked at Elphaba, hoping that she would sympathize with her and they could do something fun. But, Elphaba rolled her eyes and did not respond to Galinda's comment.

"Oh! I know what I can do. I am going to plan my wedding. My wedding with Fiyero. It is going to be absolutely perfect." Galinda picked up a pink notebook that served as her diary and a pen that wrote in pink ink.

"Sweet Oz. That is the most delusional thing I have ever heard come out of you mouth. It even out beats when you said you were going to marry Fiyero and he just didn't know it yet. Besides, by the time you are finished with school, you might not be together. Hell, by the end of the week you might not be together! You might be looking at this whole thing a little too fast." Elphaba had her arms folded across her chest and was looking at Galinda straight in the eye. Galinda hated to admit it, but that could be true. She could not let Elphaba know that she was right. Trying to ignore her, the blonde continued scribbling away in her diary.

"Galinda Tiggular. Princess Galinda Tiggular. I would be a princess you know, because Fiyero is a prince." Galinda sighed. "He is my prince charming."

Galinda's fantasy began to bother Elphaba, despite the attitude and comment that she gave her. What if they stayed together forever? Would they be the perfect couple that most girls, never usually Elphaba, dream of being part of? That meant that Elphaba's chances with the Prince were slim. Not that she cared. Fiyero was just a silly boy with no real plans for the future. That was the last type of person that she needed in her life.

The green skinned girl sat on her own pathetic excuse for a bed. The dingy grey sheets and old lumpy pillows were fine with her. It was not as elaborate as Galinda's bed that was fit for a princess. The pink sheets with the frills and all the little throw pillows made Elphaba want to puke. All the money Galinda spent on her comforter alone could have helped with some important cause, somewhere in Oz.

Elphaba continued to think about Fiyero, even though she tried her hardest not to. She never acted this way. Of course Galinda acted like it, and Nessa even did at times too. Elphaba was supposed to be the level headed one who went to University and got top marks in her class and who did not get caught up in a silly crush on an even sillier boy she barely knew.

Elphaba stopped herself. A crush? No way. It could not possibly be a crush. Fiyero probably spent a total of five minutes talking to her. Elphaba admit it, he was rather handsome and he was extremely charming. No. She could not develop a crush, like she was a young school girl. She was at university, for Oz sake.

She couldn't take it anymore. Elphaba had to stop thinking about it. It was going to drive her crazy if she didn't. She got off of her bed and headed towards the door.

"I'm going to the library," she muttered, leaving Galinda alone to plan her very pink wedding.