Chapter Two:
A/N: Thank you to my three lovely reviewers : ). I forgot to include, maybe, that there is more. I have up to chapter three and a bit done already- which is strange as I rarely am ahead of my posting aha. But here is part two:
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"Miss Glinda! Miss Glinda! Miss Elphaba?" Elphaba was startled by the voice and dropped her book. Glancing quickly at an unaware, still soundly sleeping Glinda across the room, she hurried out of bed to answer the door which was being pounded upon by someone, obviously a male someone, rather violently.
"Master Fiyero." Elphaba sighed in annoyance as she opened the door. "What can I do for you at this hour of the morning? Surely you need to be recovering from last night's activities?"
"Good morning Miss Elphaba." Fiyero smiled. "Might I be able to speak with Miss Glinda?"
"It is not yet seven. She is sleeping as most normal people tend to do on Saturday mornings." Elphaba rolled her eyes, having no patience for the Prince despite his looks, charm and social standing- all things she did not concern herself with when judging a person.
"You're awake." Fiyero pointed out awkwardly.
"And the precedent for normal people too." She quipped. "Glinda's sleeping." Fiyero was slightly taken aback by Elphaba's casual, almost friendly, reference to her roommate as he was under the impression they loathed each other, or so Glinda had implied.
"Oh. Okay. Well, will you tell her I came by?" Fiyero asked. There was something about Elphaba, he decided, that made him feel awkward and intimidated like never before, and he had been in some pretty intimidating situations.
"I'll relay the message. Anything else I can help you with this morning, Master Fiyero?" There was something about Fiyero that made Elphaba angry. And though she usually abhorred handsome, popular, princely men in general, there was something more with Fiyero. Maybe it was the fact that she had seen him in class, she had seen that he could be more, but he settled for less to maintain his image. Or maybe it was the fact that Glinda adored him, wanted to go out with him, wanted to be with him. There was that.
"No, nothing else. Have a good day Miss Elphaba, and thank you." Instead of replying, she shut the door. Turning around, Elphaba instantly noticed that Glinda was no longer asleep in her bed.
"Thank you for answering the door, Elphie." Glinda sighed, collapsing back on her bed. "I couldn't talk to him this morning. Not after last night."
"You barley mentioned Fiyero last night when you came home." Elphaba pointed out, confused.
"I know!" Glinda wailed, "That's the problem! You see, Fiyero took me out to the bar, but then everyone was there and so we went and said hello. Shenshen and Pfannee were all over Avaric who is usually all over me. And I got jealous, so I let Avaric buy me a drink even though I should have only let Fiyero buy me a drink, and then I think I drank a lot 'cause Biq was telling me to slow down, and Fiyero was telling me I didn't know what I was doing, and then I was dancing, and Fiyero looked upset. I was a bad date, Elphie." Glinda, by this point, was nearly in tears, and flung herself upon her roommate who, momentarily caught off guard by the sudden physical closeness, automatically allowed her arms to make their way around the smaller girl. If either of the pair were more concerned with how the situation looked rather than how it felt, they would have noticed they were in a rather compromising position.
"Fiyero didn't mention you being a bad date at the door." Elphaba offered quietly after a moment of adjusting to the butterflies who had taken flight in her stomach.
"Elphie," Glinda giggled, "You were very... curt. You intimidate him, he wouldn't tell you anything he didn't have to in fear you would snap at him for wasting your time."
"I intimidate Fiyero? Prince Fiyero?" Elphaba laughed dubiously. "You'd think such a man, being as powerful and popular as he, would not be so easily swayed."
"Oh Elphie, you are intimidating." Glinda smiled, pulling back from the green girl's arms to look her in the eye. "You're so... smart, and you're always right, and nothing can bother you."
"That's not true," Elphaba laughed, "You can bother me! Don't you remember how we took a sudden distaste for each other upon discovering our fate of rooming together?"
"I remember," Glinda giggled. "But we're not like that now."
"Nope, nothing can bother me now." Elphaba smiled back at her, something that rarely happened. Glinda noticed how pretty Elphie looked and smiled even wider in spite of herself. And there was that feeling again, manifesting itself from somewhere deep inside. It was too strong to ignore, and yet too difficult to bring up, even for the brazenly bold blonde.
"Do you remember last night, Elphie?" Glinda started, for she was not sure how else to approach the subject.
"I wasn't the one drinking, Glin. If either of us were to forget, it's likely it would be you." Elphaba avoided what she knew Glinda really meant to ask.
"Well I know that, Elphie." Glinda was unsure of how to approach the subject. Fiyero wasn't the only one intimidated by Elphaba. "But I meant more what we said we'd talk about tomorrow. Tomorrow being today."
"Right." Elphaba pursed her lips. She did remember their conversation last night, a little too well. Glinda, she feared, may not have been exactly... aware, of what she was implying. There was no mystery man. That didn't mean there wasn't a mystery... boy. She was most certainly not ready to hear about Glinda's new crush on some fabulous boy. Not when they were sitting this close and it was feeling this right. Did she feel it too? Or was that the way it worked with Glinda? Everyone around her fell under her spell, they were captivated, bound, mesmerized by the beauty, the charm, the presence, by the girl who fleeted about them, giving here, taking there, blissfully unaware of the hearts she was breaking. "You're in love." Glinda giggled.
"Well, I don't know if I could call it love. An unrequited crush I could deal with but Elphie, unrequited love is an entirely different issue!" She explained.
"I know all too well." Elphaba murmured under her breath. "Glinda, really. It's difficult for me to imagine you in a situation where your affections are not reciprocated." Glinda's face lit up.
"You think that, Elphie? You really do?" She asked, heart lit ablaze with possibility, with hope.
"I do, Glin. I mean, look at you. You've got the majority of the campus chasing you down for dates, Fiyero, Avaric, Boq... they all want you, Glin. Though, I do advise you against Avaric. He really is detestable."
"But it's not them I want." Glinda was crestfallen. Maybe, she considered, she was destined to be with a boy, with a man. She knew how to get them, what they wanted. She would twirl and toss her hair, she would giggle and naively run a prettily manicured hand over biceps, trail innocently across pectorals, leave them wanting, needing, burning for more. And then with another giggle, and a low cut dress, she had them. That was all it took, most of the time anyways. There was the odd boy interested in more, interested in what she had to say, but she could win them over too. She could use her mind, which was far more intricate than anyone would have guessed when it was necessary. To her disdain, nothing she did could win over who she wanted. Maybe girls were different, maybe that was it. Because they knew the tricks, they knew the deceptive trains of though, they knew. And they understood it was hard, hard to tell who liked whom, and whether they would be socially accepted for their... flaws, (though Glinda declined to perceive what she felt as a flaw) their differences. Glinda did not concern herself with thoughts like those. The confident were the elusive, and no one could rival her in confidence or in allure. Nothing could take that away from her, especially not social stigmatisms which she had bent and stretched her entire life only to emerge constantly on top.
"Then who could it be? Certainly not someone of lower class than you," Elphaba pretended to scoff, hoping to elicit a giggle from the blond who had been lost in a look of serious contemplation which Elphaba found insanely irresistible.
"Elphie!" She was rewarded with her giggle. "Certainly not. Not at all. It's... not what you would think. Not what you are thinking."
"Now I'm just confused, Glinda. I've never known you to be one to side step a point or play with words as you are." Elphaba noted, hoping to encourage Glinda to just spit it out. She was indeed irresistible, but that was part of the problem. Every time, like now, that Elphaba discovered a new side, a new layer to Glinda she wanted to know more; she fell harder, and it hurt.
"Well this is big, Elphie, and I've never told anyone this before. Not ever! I guess maybe I've never felt this way before."
"Glinda please, just get on with it already." Elphaba couldn't take it anymore.
"There's a girl. There is no boy Elphie, there's a girl."
"No mystery man, indeed." Elphaba chuckled, surprising herself. It wasn't as if she could jump for joy without eliciting suspicion.
"You aren't..." Glinda wasn't sure for the word she was searching for. Surprised? Disgusted? Elated?
"It is surprising. I mean, I never imagined you would... prefer the company of other women, but I have no problem with that." Elphaba struggled to find words that would not reveal her actual opinion on the subject.
"You aren't repulsed? You aren't..." Glinda trailed off. She wasn't sure what she had hoped to come out of this situation, but was certain this was not it as indicated by the on setting disappointment. It's not as if you confessed your love for her, a voice in Glinda's head reminded her. Simply indicating her preference was not very accomplishing as Elphaba wasn't the only girl that Glinda knew, clearly.
"Of course I'm not repulsed." Elphaba smiled reassuringly. "As if I would be one to criticise difference in a person."
"I guess you wouldn't be." Glinda laughed, relief washing over her.
"And who is the lucky girl? Anyone I know?" Elphaba asked, wincing inside at the answer. Pfannee? Shenshen? Someone who could at least compare to Glinda's beauty, of course. Someone worthy of her affections.
"Oh yes, you do know her, I'm certain." Was the only hint that Glinda would give. She had never been the first to admit her affections and she did not plan to start that now.
There will be more soon! Hope it is still being enjoyed : )!