🎵 What is this feeling? - Wicked

You didn’t know exactly how to describe what you were feeling. In fact, you didn’t know what you were feeling at all.

Your roommate, Glinda (Gaaaalinda) Upland, was the most popular girl at Shiz, and was exactly like a stereotypical mean girl; snobby, superficial and vain. So why was it that you found yourself staring at her in class, your face going as pink as her side of her dorm everytime she caught you? Why did you find yourself seeking her out at school, just to stare from afar? Why did you intentionally get into arguments with her just so she’d give you a morsel of attention?

You’d never felt something like this, and neither had she. Whenever she’d catch you staring, she would feel a sense of giddiness and find herself having to bite her lip to suppress the beaming, genuine smile threatening to burst. And when people asked about you, the mysterious new girl, she found herself being incredibly defensive, “Ilaria? Wh-what? I don’t know anything about her! Why would I?” She would ramble, face flushed as she ran off with some excuse about needing to ‘visit the library’. But she had Fieryo, why did she her pulse quicken every time you entered a room or everytime you dared to maintain eye contact instead of dropping your head and rushing off in the opposite direction?

And today, when you had dared to approach her, the two of you were both blushing, flustered messes, both trying to appear unaffected by the other. Glinda had dropped her pen, the one with a bright pink pompom on the top (of course), and you decided this was the perfect opportunity to get your daily intake of Glinda’s pretty face up close. You contemplated keeping it, creepy as it was, but you knew she was bound to realise it was missing and blame you, and find the pen stashed away in your drawers, so you dismissed the idea.

“Glinda? You dropped your pen,” You say meekly, tapping her shoulder.

She turns around with a frown, “How many time, Ilaria? It’s Gaalinda!”