Disclaimer: -sings- I don't own Wicked!

Author's Note: Oh boy…I know, it's been so long since I've updated. It seems I picked the worst time to start a story. I've been tied up with homework, track, and choir. If you'd all bare with me till the end of May when school gets out, I promise lots and lots more updates. Anyway, here is the next part.

Chapter 5: Dear Fiyero

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"I just wanted her to accept me…"

Of course Elphaba would not violate Galinda's privacy by reading her letter, but her bony fingers ran along the top of the letter as she debated the idea. Had Galinda said anything about her? Was it all bad? Elphaba suddenly found herself actually caring if Galinda said something about her. She could feel a dark green blush raising in her cheeks. Their briefly contacted fingers was fresh in her mind and she wasn't sure at all what to make of it.

Hurrying along, she dropped their letters off and then slowly headed back toward the room. She took her time, allowing herself to think about Galinda. Just as she reached the end of the hallway, Sabriel was coming out her dorm room. The only look on her face was anything but pleased.

"Sabriel, what's wrong?" Elphaba asked, as she caught her sister by the shoulder before she could walk away. Shaking her head lightly, Sabriel sighed.

"Nessa," she replied, wrinkling her nose.

"What is it this time?" the green girl asked with a roll of her eyes.

"The Unnamed God has got a plan for her here at Shiz and she can't achieve what ever goal that is with Morrible looking over her shoulder every two seconds," Sabriel explained with a hint of disgust in her voice. "I was just talking with Jamila about it and I need to clear my head."

"Well it's late…and I need to get back to the room," Elphaba said, a sense of dread in her voice.

This did not go unnoticed with Sabriel. She raised a brow slightly. "How are things with Galinda?" Sabriel asked cautiously, knowing that the two did not get along.

"We don't really talk much,"

"Why don't you talk to Morrible about changing your room arrangement?"

"Because we both know she's not going to change it," Elphaba replied coldly.

"I guess you're right. I'll see you later on," Sabriel said, before taking her leave. Elphaba could tell something was wrong. The girl's head was bowed as she walked and her feet scoffed against the floor.

Deciding to deal with it later, Elphaba continued down the hall. She paused outside the door to the dorm she shared with Galinda. Her heart was pounding and she could feel her cheeks were flushed from the contact with Galinda's fingers. Taking a deep breath, she willed herself to open the door.

Lucky, she found Galinda was already sleeping and released an audible sigh of relief. At least no she could study in peace.

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In an unlikely turn of events, not only all three Thropp sisters, but Galinda, Shenshen, Pfannee, Milla, and Jamila had all be placed together for their history class. Elphaba had taken a seat near the front, only because her sister was stuck in a wheel chair. Sabriel was on the other side of Elphaba. Galinda and her group had taken their seat on the other side of the aisle, across from the Thropp sisters.

"Settle down, now!" Doctor Dillamond's voice boomed, silencing the students, "I have read your most recent essays. And I am amazed to report the progress! Although, some of us still tend to favor form over content... Ms. Glinda"

An annoyed look appeared on Galinda's face at the mispronunciation of her name. Across the aisle, Sabriel was looking at the popular girl with a smirk. It was entertaining to see Galinda get all worked up over nothing.

"It's Galinda, with a GA," she clarified.

"Excuse you me, Glinda," the teacher corrected, succeeding in spitting all over Galinda and her followers. Though Elphaba seemed not to care, Sabriel snickered lightly, which earned her knee smack by Nessarose.

With a disgusted look on her face, Glinda wiped the spit away from her face. "I don't understand what the problem it. Every other teacher seems able to pronounce my name," she said with irritation.

At this Elphaba shot up out of her seat, now looking just an annoyed as Galinda."Oh boy…"Sabriel sighed.

"Maybe pronouncing your precious name isn't the sole purpose of Doctor Dillamond's life. Maybe he's not like every other professor. Maybe some of us are different," Elphaba said, shooting Galinda a glare.

At first, Galinda did not respond. She seemed to be debating whether to say anything. A smirk came to her lips and she leaned toward Milla. "Oh! Looks like the artichoke is steamed," she said with a devilish grin, her eyes challenging Elphaba to say anything.

The whole room seemed to freeze as Elphaba and Galinda glared into each other's eyes. As it seemed that one of them was about to explode, Sabriel stood and took hold of Elphaba's arm. "Elphaba…"she started, but Doctor Dillamond

"Class! Class! Miss Elphaba has a point," he said. Just as he was about to continue, the door to the class flew open.

All eyes went to the door where a young man stood in the doorway, staring at a white sheet of paper. He looked up, blue eyes glancing over the classroom. A gasp escaped Galinda's lips as soon as she saw the boy. Her eyes seemed to light up upon seeing him and she let out an excited squeal as she leaned toward her group, who all leaned in to meet her.

"Do you know who that is?" she asked in a whisper, "That's Fiyero Tiggular, the Winkie Prince whose reputation is so scandalacious!"

Sabriel and Elphaba exchanged glances as they saw Galinda's reaction to Fiyero's entrance. Shrugging, Sabriel leaned back and watched the events play out.Galinda jumped to her feet and hurried over to Fiyero. She flipped her hair as she always did when trying to get a boy's attention. Fiyero's eyes immediately went to her. A smirk upturned the corner of his lips.

"Was there something you were looking for?" Galinda asked, batting her eyelashes at him. He regarded her for a moment and then nodded.

"Yes actually, a history class…" he replied.

"You're in the right place!" Galinda announced. She boldly took his hand and led him over to where she had been sitting. The group immediately shifted to accommodate Fiyero next to Galinda.

"Ah, well I am Doctor Dillamond," the Goat interrupted Galinda's fawning over Fiyero. Fiyero had leaned back in his seat and casually had his arm draped around Galinda's shoulder.

"Oh yes…I'm Fiyero Tiggular, Prince of the Arijukis," he responded to Doctor Dillamond, not bothering to get up.

Elphaba looked on his disgust at the prince and his antics. She scowled at Galinda, but she was much to busy staring at Fiyero. Her eyes fell to her notebook and continued to copy down the notes on the board.

"Now, now class. Let us get on with our lesson," Doctor Dillamond said, turning toward the board. He reached up and gripped the side of the chalk board. Giving it a tug, the board flipped over. As soon as his eyes caught the words scrolled across the black board, he seemed faint.The color drained from most of the students faces. Everyone bowed their heads as Doctor Dillamond turned around, suddenly extremely calm.

"Who is responsible for this?" he asked quietly. No response. "I'm waiting for an answer!" he cried, his voice instantly angry. No response. "Very well…that is all for today,"

No one moved."I said class dismissed!" he exclaimed, sending the students clamoring out of their seats with haste.