Author's Note: Completely reworked 'I Think I Loathe Him'. It has a new plot and everything! WHEE! I hope you'll enjoy this version better than the last… -frown- Why do I think this prologue needs work? When you review, tell me if you agree… and one more thing... new name? I couldn't think of a good name for this...

Disclaimer: I borrow quotes… so if a line is really, really clever… hehe? I also don't own Wicked. Big shocker there.

He rapped at her door, pulling at his shirt collar and sweating enough for ten men. Breathe in and out. Don't look nervous. Look her in the eyes. Hold your tongue. Say the truth and nothing else. Don't bite your lip. Stay conscious. Do what is right. He needed to remember what to do. He had never done this to a person like Galinda. For all he knew… it could mean big trouble.

No more than five minutes later, Fiyero walked down the sidewalk, his mind swirling. He had just broken up with Galinda and the last thing she said to him was, "You'll never find anyone else like me!" His thoughts were raging with things he could say. "If I don't want you, why would I want someone like you?" He hadn't said this aloud in the end, for it might have just frazzled the girl more… but she couldn't stop his thoughts. She couldn't stop his feelings either.

"What do you want?"

"To talk," he muttered quietly, sitting beside her. This was it.

"Can't this wait—?" Elphaba got up, but Fiyero grasped her arm and held it there, silently begging.

"No, I've waited long enough…"

"For what?"

"I've just broken up with Galinda…"

Elphaba's face dropped. "And that's good?"

"I never said it was—"

She looked horrified. "No, I have to go to Galinda… she must be devastated…"

"Not now! Elphie… I – I broke up with her because…"

"Later!" Elphaba got up and ran toward her dorm, gathering her books along the way.

"Elphaba!" he bellowed, irritated that she wouldn't listen to him. "Come back, please? I need to talk to you!"

She ignored him and kept her journey across the grass. Once she got to her dorm's door, she let her head slide backward to see Fiyero one last time. Head erect, eyes foreword, she looked angry. Those eyes challenged him, seethed into his skin, and before she left, she mouthed these words, although Fiyero had no way of deciphering her jargon:

"Let me tell you the secret that has led me to my ultimate success: my strength lies solely in my obstinacy."

Elphaba vanished behind the door and up to her dorm room, leaving Fiyero's plea still hanging in the crisp morning air, and her dark livid eyes burrowed into his skin.