On her way to Room 205 after school, Libby saw Teddy sitting outside the principal's office. He glanced up, his eyes following her. "Hey, Libby."

"Hi," she said back. "Come here often?"

"Yep," he said with a sly smirk. "What are you doing here? You can go home now, you know."

"Yeah, but I'm not smart, so I have to come for extra math help."

"So, um, look..." Teddy looked at herwith a softness in his eyes. "I'm really sorry about that night. I'm not going to drink anymore. It's just costing me friends. And I screwed up my friendship with you before I barely even had it."

Smiling deeply, Libby nodded wordlessly.

"Anyway, I've been thinking, you know, there's this dance coming up, and if you're not still pissed at me, maybe you'd let me take you."

Considering for a moment, Libby realized she couldn't help but be charmed by him. He was adorable. Just looking at him and having him look back at her all nervously and hopefully made her want to giggle and give him a hug. Instead, she shrugged and said, "Okay. But if you do anything to anger me, I might attack you."

"Fancy meeting you here," Delia said about an hour later when they met up in the hallway, each on their way out of the school.

"Very fancy. What were you doing here?" Libby asked, trying to be polite. Delia wasn't her favourite person in the world, but she didn't want to be rude.

"I'm getting paid to tutour a freshman in Biology. The retard keeps trying to look down my shirt, but I like money, so I put up with it. Although I do sometimes steer him towards thinking he knows what he's doing when he really doesn't...How was your day?"

Libby grinned. "Teddy asked me out again. That was the highlight."

Delia smiled her wintry smile. "You really like him, don't you?"

"Ohh, boy, yes."

She laughed. "Good." She checked her watch. "I don't suppose you'd want to come to the diner with me, would you? I'm hungry."

"Sweet deal, I'm constantly hungry. We can be friends, because we have so much in common, what with the whole food aspect and whatnot."

"We can," Delia said.

"We can?" she asked, shocked. She had been kidding. She would befriend anyone for food.

"Yeah," Delia replied nonchalantly. "I'm sorry for blowing up on you the other day."

Libby waved a hand. "I was a cow. That thing I said to you was totally uncalled for."

"I deserved it."

"Bah. I don't care. I have the memory span of a goldfish."

"Which is three seconds," Delia told her helpfully.

"Oh my God, where am I? Holy crap, who are you?" she cried.

Weiss' Diner was pretty empty. Delia ordered a small order of fries for herself and asked Libby what she wanted. When Libby protested, Delia snapped, "It's my impression of an apology. Now what the hell do you want?"

"Thanks," she said, looking at her in touched awe. "A vanilla milkshake, please lots."

They sat down at a table with their food. Libby took a drink and demanded, "So what's with this whole you being nice to me bit?"

"What do you mean?"

"I'm sure you're very aware that you don't have the reputation of being the nice girl. The pretty girl, the smart girl, the dark and mysterious girl, the girl every guy wants but is too scared to get shut down, but never the nice girl," she said. "So what's this all about?"

"Want me to be straight with you?"

"I certainly wouldn't want you to be gay with me."

"Can I have a sip?" Libby pushed her milkshake to her and allowed her to take a drink. "Thanks. Okay. First off, would you like to know why I didn't like you?"

"Um...sure?"

"I don't like competition, and that's what you are. I still love Teddy...very much. But I know we could never get back together. He never cared about me, though; I was just the rebound girl after Andie cheated on him with Chris. I think he was actually trying to make Chris mad by going out with his sister. But from like, the first day you got here, he's been taken with you." She shrugged sadly. "You're both good people, so I can see why he likes you...I'm not a good person. I'm not sweet or kind or anything. I never have been. It's the way I grew up, I guess. So I understand why no one's ever loved me. But that doesn't make it easier when the guy I love falls for someone else."

"Delia," Libby began. "Everyone is loved by someone. I'm sure you're an important part of someone's life and you just don't even know it."

Shrugging again, Delia continued, "Anyway, I was mad because Teddy liked you. That's why I never gave you a change."

Libby smiled impishly. "I sort of have a confession. I thought you were a bitch."

Not caring at all about her confession, she said, "Now for the second half of my story."

"But I don't have popcorn."

"Quiet," she said, smiling. "I have a history with Teddy. I broke up with him because he did some impolite shit to me, and while I may not be too good for anything, I'm defintely not lacking in the pride area. So I couldn't stay with him, no matter how much I loved him."

"I like this story. I hope it has a happy ending."

"I think you're a good kid, Libby," Delia told her.

She laughed, choking on her milkshake.

"Sincerely."

"Ahahaha I'm special."

Delia offered her the last of her fries. "And I think you'll be good for Teddy. He needs someone, and maybe that someone should be you."

"I'm touched."

"So," Delia said, getting up to throw out her garbage. She waited for Libby. "I figured we could be friends."

"Coming from you, that's actually quite flattering. You're kinda scary."

"Meh. You're a change from Andie." She smiled distantly. "When I started to consider the almighty do-gooder my best friend, I became afraid."

"We can be partners in crime then?"

Delia glanced at her. "Just don't let Teddy hurt you."