A/N: Because I don't ever flirt (social reject alert), I had no idea how I was going to write this. In the end, I figure it turned out ok. :S Read and Review! :)

Fiyero wandered into the cafeteria; it seemed like home sometimes, where he could indulge in his daily coffee and buy himself a cake which he would usually share with Galinda; of course, now he'd broken up with Galinda he was unsure as to whom he would share his cake with. He couldn't even share it with Elphaba as she seemed to harbour some annoyance towards him; he presumed it was because of the fact he had broken Galinda's heart, though whether Galinda really missed him with her dresses and pet projects and magazines, he was unsure.

He nervously sidled up to the rack where he grabbed a tray and moved on to look at today's selections; he wondered if they had any steak, but, unfortunately, his favourite food was nowhere to be seen on the menu. He sighed despairingly at the two offerings by the kitchen staff; Shepherd's Pie and Flamingo Salad. Sure, they were nice enough foods, but he just wanted something simple. Why couldn't the cafeteria make foods like hotdogs or burgers? The coffee was the best thing they sold.

He heard a nervous giggle next to him as he stood there lost in- well, not thought, never that- some sort of reverie. He turned around cautiously, but relaxed when he saw it was just one of Galinda's friends. It still amazed him how effortlessly they managed to be so courteous to Galinda and yet completely ignore Elphaba.

"So I hear you broke up with Galinda?" Shenshen stood in front of him, smiling hopefully; couldn't she, or any of the other girls for that matter, see that he didn't want another Galinda, that the whole reason he'd left her (well there were two reasons; he was sick of her ordering him around; telling him what to wear, how to fix his already perfectly gelled hair, which coffee he should drink), was that he was fed up of just another girl obsessed with clothes and shoes and parties; he wanted something different. Someone different.

"I'm, um... taken." Fiyero muttered; it was as good as true, only the girl of his dreams seemed to want to humiliate him in front of a crowd, and the other girl he had thought he liked was going to be part of that crowd. He sighed, looking around desperately for a way out of having to speak any more to Shenshen, knowing for sure he no longer had the guts to do the dare, but before he could flee the scene, he spotted Elphaba. With Madame Morrible. Talking together, and looking at him.

Before he could ask Shenshen to cover for him, he found himself staring into the cold steel eyes of Madame Morrible.

"Now, Mister Tiggular, Miss Thropp says you wished to speak to me." A couple of metres behind Morrible stood Elphaba with Galinda and Nessarose eagerly watching. He looked around for Shenshen, but she was suddenly nowhere to be seen; no doubt scared off by the imposing figure of the headmistress. Fiyero looked across to the teacher, almost surprised she was the same height as him (weren't head teachers supposed to be taller than students), and took a deep breath.

"Madame Morrible, you're looking good today. Is that a new dress you are wearing?" Morrible stared at him in what seemed to be a mixture of disgust, confusion, surprise, and, was that a hint of amusement? He continued after she nodded, seemingly unable to speak.

"Never mind. I hear you're offering extra lessons; I'd sure like to be taught a few things by an experienced woman like you, if you're willing?" he paused for breath, flashing her his smile, knowing that these weren't his best pick up lines, but realising it was hard to flirt with someone who normally, with their yellow teeth, nest of grey hair, and sagging body wasn't exactly attractive; not like someone else he could mention, who at this very minute was staring in surprise at Madame Morrible, waiting, presumably for some sort of reaction.

"Madame Morrible? I hope you know my favourite hair colour has always been yours. It's so, so white. And, you're eyes; muddy brown, like the rivers in the monsoon season as they pass by our village." He stopped, wondering curiously if he had gone too far.

"Well well, Fiyer- I mean Mister Tiggular." As Fiyero watched Morrible blush, a worrying sensation crawled up the back of his mind, but instead of acknowledging it, he took her hand and, in front of the whole year, kissed the prune-like wrinkled substance. And least there was no way Elphaba could say he hadn't at least tried to flirt with the headmistress.

"Madame Morrible, I have one last thing to say." He bowed his head, acting ashamed. "I hope you don't mind, but I believe that I have to say that your school is better than any I've been to. In fact you're my favourite headmistress. I believe we've had some good times together, right? So I hope you understand when I tell you that I-"

"Mister Tiggular!" Morrible's exclamation cut him off and caused Fiyero to stand up straight, daring to face the teacher in the eyes. "I'll speak to you about this… matter later. Please come to my office after lunch." Fiyero would have been less worried if Morrible hadn't continued to smile at him (not even a grimace; a real smile that made his bones shiver; maybe he had gone too far).

As soon as the teacher was out of earshot, putting the lecture he'd probably receive after lunch to the back of his mind, he walked past Elphaba (and the group of girls that had obviously grown since he last looked) flashed her the smile he'd just given Morrible (but really meaning it this time), and grabbed her arm. While pulling her out of the cafeteria behind him, he heard Shenshen whisper to Pfannee,

"So that's why he said he was taken. He couldn't have chosen anyone worse, except the green girl." Little did she know, Fiyero thought, before growing worried that Elphaba was making him think too much.

Once out of the sight of others, in the safety of the corridor, Fiyero turned to her.

"It's my turn now, Elphaba. Go on, truth or dare?"