Love at First Sight

H E Y , B E A U T I F U L

Author's note: I know the last chapter might've misleadingly lead you to thinking I'm a dirty writer, but I'm not. I don't write smut, just a lot of fluff. And, Elphaba and Glinda sleeping together will lead to things in the story. So it's all apart of the plot.

Elphaba's POV

I SAT BY MYSELF AT THE LIBRARY, reading a book, which usually calmed me down. But it didn't seem to be working today.

Why isn't this stupid book calming me down?! Why did what Galinda said hurt me so badly? I barely know her. But all I know is that what we did wasn't a mistake, like she said. And it might ruin her reputation, but I don't give a crap of what people think to me. It's just, us sleeping together wasn't a mistake. I don't know why I feel that way. Maybe because it felt so fucking goo—

" Yeah, I'm kind of pissed too. Some douche munchkin boy sent me here, saying it was the most swankified place in Shiz. Pshh. It's a fucking library! Anyway, what happened to you?" a light skinned guy spoke to me, sitting beside me in a drunk manner. He smelled like booze.

I turned away from my book to look at him, not at all understanding why he was yapping away about his problems with me. Why would I care? " What?"

" Oh, sorry, your the first person who didn't like me talking to them randomly." the boy looked away, thinking hard." I wonder why. Do I have something in my teeth? Did I mess up my hair on the way here?"

" Uh, no. I don't know you. It's as simple as that." I reply.

" Guess what's even more simple?" he asked, waiting for me to tell him to go ahead, but when I didn't, he continued anyway. " Your beauty."

I tilted my head to this side, furrowing my brows. " Is that supposed to be a compliment or pickup line of some type?"

The boy grunted. " I'm sorry, I'm not in the mood. I'll get that stupid munchkin boy back. But if I was in the mood, you would be swooning right now."

" Uh, no, I wouldn't."

" Don't deny it. Just look at me."

" Let me ask you a question. How can someone be so drunk at seven in the morning?"

" I'm not drunk."

" Your breath reeks of booze." I said, looking back at my book, until he slowly shut it with one finger.

" Okay, fine, your not attracted to me, but at least tell me what's wrong. I'm too tired to go fight that munchkin boy, so I might as well solve someone else's problem."

" You can't solve someone regretting sleeping with me." I said, immediately wanting to take that back.

" Oh. Well, I wouldn't regret sleeping with you."

" Just stop. Your a douche, and just not my type, so stop trying."

" Never. But maybe seeing how smart I am will attract you to me. Why does he regret sleeping with you?"

" She. And I think it's because we met yesterday."

" Wow, your a slut. And a lesbian."

" Fuck you. I'm not a slut, or a lesbian. And your smartness isn't helping."

" Well, you slept with someone you've known for a day, and she was a girl."

" Yeah, but she was the first and last girl I was with. And that's only the second person I've slept with. How many people have you slept with?"

" A lot more than two. And after this, you'll be another one of those people. Also, I think I know why she regrets it. Either because she was a virgin before she did it with you, or because she's never been with a woman."