Elphaba was dreading the choice she had to make. Many a time Avaric had boasted of the great dares him and Fiyero had thought up for each other, and if he chose truth… well, there was one question she was scared to answer. Luckily, before anything could happen, she saw Galinda coming down the hallway, a smile on her face.

Before Galinda could reach her however, she found herself making a decision.

"Truth, Mister Tiggular." She clamped a hand to her mouth, barely believing what she had just said.

"Fine then, Elphaba. No need to be so formal," he flashed her a grin before continuing, "What are your feelings for me? Is it true you have so much dislike for me, or am I a friend to you, or…?"

Galinda threw herself at the couple, sensing Elphaba's distress, only resulting in Fiyero falling on Elphaba. As the two lay in a heap, Galinda leapt up, announced Madame Morrible wanted to see Fiyero immediately and giggled before disappearing down the corridor to wreck some mischief on Boq and Nessa.

Fiyero stared down at the emerald girl who lay disoriented in front of him, struggling to get back up. She groaned, and he looked over concerned, forgetting to get back up himself.

"What is it?"

"You're. Lying. On. My. Foot." Fiyero stared down and realised he was, indeed, lying on her foot. He leapt up, apologising, before rushing down the corridor to find Madame Morrible.

"I'll be back to find out your answer." He called over his shoulder, resolving to return.

Elphaba turned down the corridor, heading to the library for refuge. How on earth was she going to tell Fiyero the truth, especially if he didn't like her back? And he, he couldn't like her back. Not that way. Ah, well. There was only one person in the world who could know Fiyero's thoughts, and she had no idea where they were.

Fiyero headed down the corridor, annoyed that a meeting with Madame Morrible was interrupting such an important conversation with Elphaba. He headed into the room marked 'Headteacher's Office' and stared bemused at the site in front of him.

Madame Morrible had powdered her face, changed her wig and was wearing something that must surely have come from one of those shops that Galinda liked so much to shop at. She stood up, her smile making Fiyero suddenly feel afraid, Very afraid. When she winked at him, he turned terrified.

"Mister Tiggular, I understand that earlier was wrong. So, seeing as your feelings for me are clear; I'll offer you a deal. Our love, which I thought up till now was unrequited, can blossom. If you don't tell, I won't." She reached forward to pat his cheek, and Fiyero scrunched his nose as Madame Morrible's old expired perfume hit him full on.

He couldn't move frozen to the spot.

"You know, Fiyero dear I thought that you having not moved on from your old girlfriend was merely because you were in love with that green girl. I never expected myself to be the object of the affections." She moved forward, pinning the fast retreating Fiyero up against a wall. His back crashed into what felt like a door handle, and he waited for the right moment to escape. "Now I truly understand why you haven't got yourself expelled." She smiled against, forcing her false teeth to fall out. As she scrambled for them on the floor, he turned the handle and flung himself at the door; however, once he had closed it again, he realised he was in a closet. He sighed, before propping up some books against the door to stop the teacher from following in there. Shuddering, he heard her struggle with the doorknob and then curse loudly.

"Madame Morrible, I believe there has been a misunderstanding." He called out, worried. There was no answer. "You see, I don't like you, like that. I'm sorry if I led you on at all." The doorknob stopped rattling, and he started to take books away from the door, before opening it. Staring out, he couldn't see Madame Morrible, until he exited the closet.

He turned at a sound, and saw her sitting on the floor… was she crying? He moved away slowly, reaching the door, before closing it behind him. Now that was (kind of) sorted, there was one more thing he needed to do. One person he needed to find.