AN: Ages ago, I joined the summer fic exchange and got a challenge from Wickedismycrack, This story feels long overdue so here it is.

It was Galinda's fault, thought Elphaba as she rushed late to class, a scowl set firmly in position on her face. If Galinda hadn't turned her alarm clock off because she needed her 'beauty sleep', then Elphaba would not be rushing late to class.

This wasn't even just any class. It was the first day of term back at school, and if it wasn't hard enough making sure Nessa was alright (she'd felt a bit homesick earlier, missing their father), and that Nessa was in the same classes, and room; to top it all off, there was a new timetable- some of her rooms had changed. Part of Elphaba wanted to run back to the dormitories, climb the short staircase and crawl back into her bed, like Galinda had done this morning, complaining that she didn't feel well. Elphaba silently berated herself for feeling that way, and picked up the pace of her running, though her harsh boots were slipping against the smooth wooden tiles.

As Elphaba rounded another corner, she bumped straight into a tall broad-shouldered figure, crashing straight to the floor. She sighed, ready to defend herself with an excuse, sure she would be sent straight to Madame Morrible. As she looked up, the face she saw there and the hand offering help were not those of an angry faced teacher, but that of a deeply amused Fiyero. If you could even associate the word deep with Fiyero, that is.

Elphaba wasn't sure which situation would have been worse, the angry teacher or Fiyero's laughter which was now ringing in her ears, but she eagerly grabbed Fiyero's hand as he helped to pull her up, glad for his help, despite his amusement.

"You ok?" He asked, seemingly concerned with her welfare. Elphaba briefly wondered where exactly Fiyero had been over the summer. He'd left Galinda in a state after breaking up with her (he wanted to feel free for summer, and had unfortunately left a sobbing Galinda in the hands of Elphaba, who could all but offer a bony shoulder to cry on before Elphaba's father bellowed for her to hurry up and get in the carriage), and heading off back to his family's house. Or palace, really. After all, he was a prince. Elphaba looked down as she mused, and blushed as she spotted her hand still in his.

"You can let go of my hand now, you know." She muttered embarrassed, as a dark blush appeared on her cheeks. He wrenched his hand out of hers awkwardly, and looked up as he heard a teacher rounding the corner. He pulled her along with him into a deserted classroom, and watched warily as Madame Morrible marched past.

"Elphaba," Fiyero turned to face her, a wicked grin on his face that was growing with every second. "It seems there's no point in going to lessons; how about a game of truth or dare?" Elphaba opened her mouth to refuse, but an idea hit her. One that would mean she could take Fiyero down a peg or two.

"Alright," she agreed," But only if you go first." Fiyero looked on unwary; after all, it was just a game. How bad could it get?