AN: this may be bad because I have jetlag; but I am going to post this. Please read and review!
"So, Master Tiggular, truth or dare?"
"Oh, that's obvious, dare. Nothing you could think of would be too hard for me. Besides, what secrets do I have that you'd want to hear?"
"True, true. Everyone already knows of your scandalous reputation, though I doubt all we've heard is actually true. Alright then, a dare. Hmm…"
Elphaba sat on the table, swinging her legs back and forth in a strangely Galinda-like way as she thought as a suitable way to humiliate Fiyero. It wasn't that she disliked him, so much that she knew that this could be an ample way to find mass amounts of entertainment.
She turned her head towards him, smiling; the expression seemed weird on her face that rarely held a grin, more commonly familiar with the usual frowns and scowls.
""Well, Master Tiggular, it seems to me that there are exactly two females at Shiz who have not yet fallen prey to your flattery: myself and Madame Morrible." Fiyero whipped round his head in surprise when Elphaba spoke; he smiled at the thoughts running through his head about Elphaba, not realising that she had also mentioned Morrible. "So," Elphaba continued. "I believe you have some charming to do." She looked down at her watch. "Lunch break begins in an hour; that would be the perfect time for Fiyero Tiggular to show exactly just how charming he can be." She smiled at Fiyero, showing more warmth than she meant to, and he felt himself automatically smiling back, though he hadn't really understood what she had just said, leaning forward to see her more clearly in the dim light; but she shrank away, and slid off the table, gathering up her book bag just in time for the next class of the morning to start. Before too long the all-familiar bell was ringing and Elphaba was out the door, only pausing to smile and remind Fiyero of his oncoming ordeal.
Fiyero was left alone in the dark empty classroom and sighed, wondering how a jokey game with Elphaba had suddenly turned into something so humiliating.
Then he realised. He was Fiyero Tiggular, famous for his scandalous reputation. What had happened to him? Usually he'd be begging for an opportunity like this, a chance he would never usually pass up, as it was likely to end in suspension, or even expulsion; it was his ticket to the free world, he thought, before a sinking feeling fell over him, as he realised one thing. He didn't want to leave Shiz.
For once in his life, he felt like he belonged. Slightly too rough for his father's court, he had always been made a fuss of at other schools, and kids had rather been in awe of him, instead of befriending him. That was another thing; he had friends here, people who he felt actually cared about him, and who he even cared about. At Shiz, he was even going to classes, and was expected to pass for a diploma.
There was one thing it all boiled down to, a person that had a tighter hold on him here at Shiz than anything else; it was completely undoubtable and undeniable; Elphaba Thropp had changed him. And yet now, she was putting him in a position that could mean anything for him. Of course, all along, Fiyero had never thought of backing down on his dare. He decided, at the end of the abnormally long train of thought, that he would ask Galinda to sort this whole mess out. She was, after all, the one person he could think off who would actually have an influence on Elphaba.
With alarm, looking up, Fiyero saw a class trudge into the previously private room. He hurried out, gaining a few smiles on the way, but he didn't see them. He was determined to find Galinda.
On the other side of the campus, Galinda was polishing her toenails as she drank some fresh orange juice, sent from Madame Morrible who felt terrible about 'Miss Upland being unable to continue with her studies, which were entrusted with Miss Thropp.' Galinda would have almost groaned, save for the fact that Elphaba was her best friend, and that she was busy looking forward to the peaceful relaxing day she had ahead of her, so that she could get used to the new term.
But, suddenly, her haven was broken by the arrival of a impatient young man. She opened her mouth to lecture him on their impromptu breakup last term, but something on his face told her it wasn't the time for that.
"Where's Elphaba?" He asked, pacing from one foot to the other as he stormed around the room.
"Um, in class, I guess." Why did he have to ask her about Elphaba? Galinda's hopes shrunk as she realised he wasn't there to ask her out.
"Well, can you help me?" He turned his face on her then, his eyes pleading. Galinda smiled at the thought that independent Fiyero needed her help.
"Why should I help you? You're the one who broke up with me!" Her face somehow stayed luminous in the glowing light, even as the anger broke through her normally perfect features.
"But… she's going to make me flirt with Madame Morrible at lunch!" His face broke into extreme horror, though whether that was due to finally seeing Galinda's new pet project wheel into the bedroom or the prospect of flirting with the headmistress, no-one could be sure.
"How has Elphaba managed to secure control over you?" asked Nessa, wearing one of Galinda's purple frocks the wrong way round and slightly too much eye shadow; Galinda had left her to her own devices while in the bathroom, and it had been harder than Nessa thought. "Galinda, does this look ok?"
"Sure; it looks fine." Mutter Galinda, suddenly impatient with the girl and wanting to find out more about Fiyero's predicament.
"But, Galinda, will it make Boq fall in love with me and want to marry me and have lots of babies?"
Fiyero couldn't take any more; he had to butt in and tell them the reason behind his mess.
"We're playing Truth or dare!"
"Then just back out." muttered Nessa impatiently, her voice almost breaking into a yell. Why wasn't Galinda paying attention to her?
"So when is this?" Galinda asked.
"Lunch." Sighed Fiyero miserably. "Can't one of you, I don't know, change her mind?"
"Hah!" Both of them smiled, smiles breaking gradually into laughter. "You think we can change Elphaba's mind once she has an idea in it?" asked Galinda through bleary eyes, tears running down her face from the sudden lauyghter bubbling through her.
"Don't worry; we'll be there at lunch. But it may be more of an entertainment factor than for moral support." Fiyero left them laughing there as he tore down the hallway towards the lunch hall, sure that if he got it over and done with quickly, he could put it out of his mind. And then it would be Elphaba's turn.