He wasn't sure what to make of her. The young girl in the wheelchair seemed nice enough, but something made him wary of her. She was the beautifully tragic girl he'd heard about, but there was something beautifully dangerous about her, as well.
And then there was the rumor of her sister.
He'd seen the green girl around school, and even shared Dr. Dillamond's class with her, but he'd never actually talked to her. He was actually rather afraid of her. He had no reason to be. She'd never done anything to him. But the fact that she was actually his beautiful date's sister was unbelievable. How could two people who were supposed to be related be so dramatically and drastically different?
So when he saw the girl in the wheelchair in the university courtyard, he decided to ask her a few questions.
"Hey, Nessarose," he said sheepishly. She was very pretty. But he loved Galinda.
"Oh, hi Boq!" the girl said, her face lighting up, "How are you?"
"Uh, fine," said Boq, trying not to make eye contact, "I was wondering something, actually."
"Oh, really? What?"
"It's about that, uh, green girl I've seen around school."
Nessarose sighed, "Oh, her. What about her?"
"Well, I heard rumors--"
Suddenly the girl grabbed his hand. He blushed. He was nervous, and therefore pretty clammy, "Boq, it is not right to spread rumors. Whatever you've heard about Elphaba, you cannot spread it around the school. It would absolutely destroy her! And me."
"She is my sister, you know. Anything bad said about her automatically comes back onto me."
"She is your sister?"
"Yes, Boq! Didn't you know that?"
"No. That's what I was going to ask you about, actually," he paused, "She's your sister?"
Nessarose chuckled, "Yes, Boq. She's my sister. She's older than me by about two years. Why?"
"Oh, it's just that...well...she's...green."
"Yes, she's green."
Nessarose chuckled again, "No, I'm not."
Boq nodded, "Of course you're not. I'm sorry, I just find it a little hard to believe. That you two are sisters, I mean."
"Well, I take that as a good sign, believe me. I mean, I love her to death, but I don't want to be anything like her. She's a little strange. Always has been," she looked up at the giant clock on the tower and smiled, "I'm sorry, Boq. I have to go. We're still going to the Ozdust Ball together, aren't we?"
"Of course," then, as a last minute thing: "I wouldn't miss it for the world."
Nessarose's deep blue eyes lit up and she smiled with a zillion bright white teeth, "I'll see you then," her voice was so soft that Boq could barely hear it. He waved as she wheeled herself away, immediately regretting the words that had come out of his mouth. He really shouldn't lead her on this way. He chuckled to himself. He was the last person in the world he would expect to lead anyone on. Especially someone as pretty as Nessarose.
She turned around suddenly and yelled back, "Hey, Boq? You can call me Nessa, if you want."
She smiled again and turned around. Boq smiled back feebly and turned to go back to his dorm.
On the far side of the courtyard, sitting on a bench beside the door, was Elphaba Thropp. He found himself staring at her. There was something about her that was pretty, now that he really looked at her. She had beautiful hair, that was for sure.
He had been staring at her when she looked up. He quickly looked away to avoid confrontation. He hated confrontation.
"Hey!" he heard her yell. He tried to get to the door, but found her blocking the way, "Hey, what are you staring at?" she glared at him with an intensity he'd never seen before. If there was ever a time he wished he were taller, now would be it.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend," he said.
"You're Boq, aren't you?" she asked.
He looked up at her, temporarily confused, "Uh...yes. Why?"
Elphaba's expression softened, and slowly her jaw unclenched, "Thank you for taking Nessa to the Ozdust Ball. I appreciate it greatly. She doesn't get a lot of attention from boys because they're put off by her beauty, and the chair, of course."
"Uh, well, I didn't exactly...um..."
"Yeah, I know Galinda told you to ask her. But you didn't have to, and that's why I'm saying thank you."
Boq smiled, "You're welcome. Nessarose is very nice, by the way."
Elphaba smiled back, which surprised him, "Yeah. She's incredibly sweet," she turned around and picked her books up from the bench, "I guess I'll see you around, Boq."
Elphaba went off on her way, leaving a stunned Boq behind. Elphaba Thropp was much nicer than he'd expected. Even sweet, in a strange way. He did hope to see her again.
The next day, it rained terribly, flooding the grounds and making it incredibly dark and gloomy in the university itself. Boq walked into his history class, waved a quick hello to the old Goat at the chalkboard, and sat down. It was with terrible luck that Fiyero, the new boy from the day before, walked in and sat down right next to him.
"Hey, there, Biq," he said, putting his feet up on the desk in front of him.
"Uh, hi," Boq said. He didn't feel like correcting the pompous prince in the pronunciation of his name.
He tried to make himself busy adjusting the books on his desk; anything to avoid talking to Fiyero. Just then, Elphaba walked in, and the whispers began.
To Boq's complete and utter surprise, Fiyero leaned over to him and asked, "So...what do you know about this Elphaba?"
"What?" Boq asked.
"I saw you talking to her yesterday, and you're going to the Ozdust ball with her sister, aren't you?"
"So that automatically makes me her best friend?"
"Well, I just figured---"
"For your information, Fiyero, yesterday was the first time Elphaba and I have ever spoken since we've been here. I've only just found out that Nessarose is her sister. I share this one class with her, and that's it. I know nothing about her," his eyes flickered to the pretty, busty blonde at the front of the class, "Besides, you're going with Galinda, aren't you? Why do you want to know anything about Elphaba?"
"Because I think it's strange that she's green. Don't you? I mean, green is not a normal skin color, is it? And isn't her father the Governor of Munchkinland? The Governor Frexspar Thropp, right?"
Boq stared at the prince. Never had it occurred to him that the sisters were the daughters of the Governor of Munchkinland. Sure, the last names matched, but he'd never made the connection.
"What?" Fiyero asked, "You didn't know?" he chuckled, "How can a Munchkinlander not know the daughters of the Governor of Munchkinland? Isn't that a bit odd?"
Dr. Dillamond called the class into session, and Fiyero sat back in his chair, making himself comfortable. Boq was sure the spoiled prince would fall asleep. Why else would he be sprawled out like that?
Elphaba, who had been talking to the Goat before class, suddenly appeared beside Boq, "Is this seat taken? All the others are filled."
"Oh, no, it's not taken. Go ahead," Boq said with a smile. Elphaba sat down and began to take notes. Boq listened, but didn't take notes. He usually remembered the most important things later when the class had a test.
After class, Boq made his way to the cafeteria. He ordered himself some lunch and began to look for a place to sit. He saw Elphaba sitting alone at a table in the far corner and asked if he could join her.
"You want to sit with me?" Elphaba asked, but moved her stuff anyway.
Boq took his seat and began to eat.
"So, are you going to the Ozdust Ball tonight?" he asked her.
Elphaba stared at him over the rims of her glasses, "No. I don't dance."
"What are you talking about? Everybody dances."
"I don't. Never have. Besides, I don't have a date."
"You don't need a date to go."
"If I don't have a date, I'll be spending all night sitting against the wall watching all the happy couples do their dopey slow dances," she returned her attention to her papers, "I don't dance, and I'm not going."
"Would you go if I saved a dance for you?" Boq asked before he could stop himself.
Elphaba's head snapped up and she stared at him in surprise, "But you're going with Nessarose."
"Yeah, but we're not an official couple. I'm sure she'd understand if I danced with you."
"And I'm sure she wouldn't. Boq, she is madly in love with you. It sounds strange, but it's true. Please don't break her heart because of me."
Boq looked around, then leaned in toward Elphaba and whispered, "I'm not in love with her. I asked her because...because..." it occurred to him then that he had no other reason than that he felt sorry for her. And he couldn't say that in front of Elphaba.
"You only asked her because Galinda asked you to," said Elphaba, "I know that. But she doesn't have to, Boq. She doesn't get things like this often. A boy asking her out is a rarity. People don't know how to handle her, so she doesn't get many dates."
"I understand that, Elphaba, but she needs to know that I'm not in love with her."
"So tell her after the dance. Not before, and definitely not during. Nessarose has no problem with creating a scene," she placed her hand on top of Boq's and whispered, "Please be careful around her Boq. She can be a little intense sometimes. Don't let her guilt you into doing something you don't want to do," she smiled, "She has a way of doing that."
Boq nodded, "I understand," he smiled. What had he gotten himself into?
"Hey, I gotta go," said Elphaba, standing up and gathering her stuff, "but good luck tonight. And remember to try not to hurt her too bad, ok? She's my sister, and I don't like to see her distraught."
Boq nodded and waved a goodbye at the green girl as she walked away. Once again, he found himself thinking about what he'd gotten himself into. He was going to the ball with a clingy girl in a wheelchair, had just asked her sister to the dance as his second date, and he half believed he had just been threatened by Nessarose's older sister. He sighed. This was going to be a long night.
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