No comment on this one, more like a follow through for the one last one.

Becky had found her best friend with Scoops outside the school.

"How'd it go?" asked Violet as the dark-skinned girl approached.

"It...it was interesting," Becky responded, her cheeks blushing vibrantly.

"Who was it that Mrs. MacKoock made you sing with?" the blond asked, "Was he cute? Did he make it romantic? Oh, please Becky, this is agonizing!"

"Tobey."

Her two friends shared a confused look, "McCallister? Um...was he any good?"

Becky sighed, "Surprisingly, yes."

"So I'm guessing he was not cute and it was not romantic," Scoops said as he responded to Violet's previous questions.

Becky's face turned another shade of red and she ducked her head, not quite responding to her friend's question, "Listen you guys, why don't we meet up later. Thanks for waiting for me, but I know you two have somewhere to be."

She gestured at their intertwined hands and the two voiced their apologies, promising that they'd call her as soon as they were done with their date. As they walked away, Becky let out a loud sigh. She was alone, which meant that her brain was free to think, which was not necessarily a good thing.

What had she been thinking! Tobey was the enemy, in every sense of the word. They're 'relationship' as rivals had started years before when he had almost discovered her secret identity, since then they had fought as Becky and Tobey and as Wordgirl and Tobey, Boy Genius.

But why had that not been the case a couple of minutes ago? Why had her mind turn to goo at the sight of his blue eyes and the feeling of his (surprisingly) strong arms around her?

Another sigh escaped her lips, why did she care anyway? This was Tobey she was talking about. The boy didn't like her, simpleton Becky Botsford, he liked powerful, beautiful Wordgirl (which was a ridiculous thought for her to think).

She looked up at the sky and found herself thinking of another song from Wicked, and didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad one.

"Hands touch, eyes meet," Becky sang softly, "Sudden silence, sudden heat. Hearts leap in a giddy whirl."

She looked down a little dejectedly, "He could be that boy. But I'm not that girl."

The girl shook her head angrily at her treacherous thoughts, "Don't dream too far, Don't lose sight of who you are."

After all, she was Wordgirl, she didn't have time for this, "Don't remember that rush of joy. He could be that boy, I'm not that girl."

"Ev'ry so often we long to steal. To the land of what-might-have-been," she sang, walking down the sidewalk of the school, "But that doesn't soften the ache we feel. When reality sets back in."

She stopped at the poster of Wordgirl that was posted at the front of the school, "Blithe smile, lithe limb. She who's winsome, she wins him."

Becky gave a bitter laughed and reached up at her hair, "Gold hair with a gentle curl. That's the girl he chose. And Heaven knows, I'm not that girl."

Though that wasn't the truth, sometimes she felt that way.

"Don't wish, don't start. Wishing only wounds the heart. I wasn't born for the rose and the pearl. There's a girl I know."

Yeah, herself.

"He loves her so, I'm not that girl..."

Her anger returned as she remembered that she wasn't supposed to feel like that. She reached over and tore the poster off the wall, ripping it into shreds. Only a squeak was able to bring her out of her thoughts.

"Hey Bob," she said, bringing her hands behind her back.

The chimpanzee looked at her suspiciously and leaned in closely, letting out a questioning squeak.

"Crying? I'm not crying?" she said, pulling a hand to her eyes. She froze when she noticed that she did have tears falling from them.

Her best friend frowned at her and climbed up her shoulders, pointing towards the city.

"What is it Bob?" she asked and let her super-hearing expand to hear what was happening in the city.

"Robots!" cried the citizens.

Becky's heart sank, "L...looks like Tobey's up to mischief again. Let's go Huggy, Word up!"

And although she knew the meeting would just drive the knife deeper in her heart, she knew she had to do her duty.

Please tell me if this was good. If it was, I may do some other songs, of not, I'll stop it right now.