Rifiuto: Non Miriena

August, Day Three

Galinda looked up to see Avaric enter the cafeteria. Quickly, she fluffed her hair and smoothed her blouse before climbing to her feet and making her way towards him. This was her chance to prove to him that she was who she said she was, to prove that she was perfect, and that so was he, and that they deserved to be together.

"Avaric!" He looked up from the coffee he was pouring. "How are you?"

He shrugged, capped his cup, and then went to the register. "I'm fine. And you?"

"Oh, I'm doing great... so, what have you been up too?"

"I just got done with a conversation with Yero."

"Oh. How's he doing?"

Avaric raised an eyebrow and looked at her strangely. "He's doing fine. And so is Elphaba."

"Who? Oh, right, Gre- I'm mean- my roommate." She smiled at him, and after paying, he moved past her and went to the door. Not wanting to lose her chance, she followed, keeping the smile on her face. "Is she okay?"

"Yeah, she's fine." Avaric said, looking at her before continuing on. Galinda stopped and watched him walk off, before hurrying to catch up.

"Wait up! A... Avaric! Wait up! Avaric! Can we talk?"

"What is it?" He snapped, turning on her. She skidded to a stop in front of him.

"I... I want to talk." Sighing, he sat down on a nearby bench and motioned for her to begin.

"Fine. Talk. You have the floor." She nodded, unsure of how to begin. After a moment, she went to him, slowly sitting next to him.

"Avaric, I want you to know that I really, really like you. And that it's not my fault that I've been acting like a bitch. The other students like Fiyero and Elphaba and Nessarose don't like me. I think they want to see me head home-"

"And why shouldn't you?"

"What?" The question caught her off gaurd.

"Why shouldn't you go back to the Pertha Hills? It's where you belong."

"But... but..."

Silent, Avaric stood, and turned back to her.

"You don't belong here, Galinda. You're not the type of person that would benefit from Shiz. You're better off returning to the Pertha Hills. After all, that's the only thing you care about, your beauty- and even that's not true. You're beauty's manufactured, it's not real. Not like Elphaba's, or Nessa's, or any of the other girls here. So why don't you return home, where you belong? We'd all be better off."

And then he left, making his way to his next class, leaving Galinda sitting on the bench shocked beyond words. She sat there for several minutes, Avaric's words going around in her head like a dancer on Pointe, and eventually, two words sank in.

You don't belong.

Don't. Belong.

Come to think of it, Avaric was right. She didn't belong. She stuck out like a sore thumb, a blonde among brunettes and ravenheads, alabaster skin among the tones of fresh baked bread and various other shades of brown. Ice blue eyes among eyes of violet, hazel, and green. She didn't fit in, had nothing in common with other students, and didn't get along with her roommate.

So why not return to the Pertha Hills?

Avaric said it himself, they'd all be better off.

Sighing, she got up, leaving the bench and making her away to Crage Hall. As she trudged up the stairs to her dorm on the second floor, she tried to think of how she could become more like the other students. She could actually pay attention in class. Or better yet, to start, she could actually go to class.

That could work.

As she slid her key into the lock and turned she decided that she'd start now on becoming a better person, a person who fit in at Shiz, and who Avaric would actually go out with. Once inside, she shut the door softly behind her, and surveyed the room. Clothes covered her side of the room, while her roommate's side was pristine and spotless. Sighing, she set her purse down and went to pick up the clothing, eventually going back to the closet with a pile, which she then proceeded to hang up. Once done, she put her shoes and hats away, and then worked on her desk, arranging everything to be nice and clear. Then, she made her bed and sat down on it.

Suddenly, she'd run out of things to do. Biting her lip, she turned to look at her roommate's side of the dorm, and slowly climbed to her feet. Checking to make sure the door was closed, she went to her roommate's closet, and opened the door. The dorm was equipped with two walk-in closets and a master bath, since Crage had orginally been a hotel, with suites on all floors.

As she stepped into the closet, she saw that her roommate's clothes were hung in order of length, her jeans were kept in baskets on the top shelves along with baskets that held her skirts, and her shoes were kept in hanging shoe oraganizers. Her scarves were hung on hooks, the loops holding them up, and her gloves were piled neatly in a basket on the floor. Her hats, which were few, hung on hooks as well, and Galinda noticed they were by color.

The closet contained mainly dark colors- deep violets and midnight blues, blacks, dark greens, and a few browns as well as the occasional grey.

Her roommate was the poster child for organization, that much was true.

Hands on her hips, she decided to take a tip from Elphaba's play book, and start there- on her own closet.