Author's Note: I know, I really shouldn't be starting yet another new story, but I just couldn't help myself.

Disclaimer: 'Nuff said right there.

Fiyero Tiggular heaved a deep sigh as he took a seat in Dr. Dillamond's classroom next to his girlfriend, Galinda Upland. Galinda had, for whatever reason, decided that she wasn't speaking to Fiyero that day, but they couldn't give any indication that anything was wrong. People would talk, and it wouldn't be in a good way.

She was already surrounded on three sides by crazily giggling admirers ("Oooh, Miss Galinda, your hair is absolutely gorgeousified!" exclaimed one particularly obsessive one) but they all knew to leave the seat to her left empty for him. All of his friends had already taken the seats in front of and behind him, all the better to gape at Galinda's slightly-less-attractive-than-her-but-still-single friends. The upshot of all of this was that the seat on Fiyero's own left was the only empty one in the room by the time the period was about to begin.

Elphaba Thropp swept into the room right on time and already in a mood to end all moods. She hated not getting to class early. Sighing, she began to search for an empty seat. Even if she'd arrived earlier, she would have been hard to miss, being the color of grass on a spring day, but being nearly late caused Fiyero to look up and see her. He found himself surreptitiously watching her struggle to find a seat, her eyebrows furrowing more and more until she was full out frowning.

"All right, class. Let's begin." Dr. Dillamond clip-clopped into the room, succeeding in nothing other than alerting the entire class to the fact that the verdant Miss Thropp had arrived and seemed unable to find somewhere to sit. She ignored their whispers and giggles, though, and finally spotted the empty place next to Fiyero. With an expression on her face that indicated her complete lack of satisfaction with her seating options, she walked over and sat down, immediately turning her attention to the Goat professor.

Dr. Dillamond began to speak, and Fiyero instantly tuned out. He had no interest in this class, so why bother trying to do well? It was a waste of time. He decided it would be more fun to watch the green girl take notes, but this turned out to be dull as well. Yawning, he pulled out a piece of paper.

Do they bother you?

He folded it into a square and slid it over to her, his friends occupied by staring at the fine female forms nearest them. She ignored its presence, so he systematically pushed it closer and closer until its sharp edge dug slightly into her arm.

Irritated, she seized the paper and read it quickly.

I don't know what you are talking about, but whatever it is, I highly doubt that it concerns you.

Do you think I'm stupid? You must know.

I must know that you're stupid? How interesting. At least you admit it.

He changed the subject then, because it was looking like if he didn't, he'd be losing his source of entertainment and he didn't think he could handle the boredom without losing his mind completely. How can you take notes on this? It's so boring.

Elphaba rolled her eyes. Clearly, he was going to continue to bother her, and if she didn't answer him, he'd probably start poking her or something equally childish.

Well, it's all very complicated, but I do this weird thing that is called "listening." Would you like me to explain the concept?

Very funny. What I meant was that it's so boring that it's hard to listen

Fiyero jumped a little as, all of a sudden, Galinda slid her arm through his. "That is absolutely ridiculodious," she whispered. For added effect, for he assumed one of her friends had made some kind of comment about the two of them, she placed her head on his shoulder and smiled innocently. He did his part by casually draping his arm around her, leaning it on the top of her chair.

The girl responded with a quiet "Oh. Well, anyway, did you see what that girl this morning was wearing? Talk about ridiculodious!"

"I know!" Galinda nearly fell out of her seat with fervor. "It was so bad!"

Fiyero returned to the note and added: Anyway, do you actually like this class?

Elphaba was growing steadily more annoyed, and her foot began to tap impatiently as she hastily wrote her response, making no effort to write neatly. I do, as a matter of fact.

Why?

Again, you are sticking your nose in somewhere that does not concern you.

What are you talking about?

Elphaba chuckled rather dangerously under her breath. He couldn't just leave her alone to take her notes in peace, could he? My personal life and anything else that has anything to do with me concerns only me. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to continue listening to this lecture. That's not a problem, is it?

Not at all.

Great. Thank you. Really.

Fiyero couldn't help wondering how she managed to come off sounding so incredibly sarcastic in a note, but decided it was probably best to leave her alone.

AN2: Read and review! And I think I'm putting this on as well, so if you have a member name there and you want to actually rate, feel free. I will be continuing this (and "What Is This Feeling?") soon, I promise. And I am taking suggestions for both.