this is me trying, spn [ 3 ]

055. high school party

Libby gets back to the bunker and goes down the stairs.

"So?" Sam steps out from around the corner.

"Ah!" Libby jumps back, giving her father an incredulous look. He winces. "What, were you just hiding the behind the corner and waiting?"

"...No." Sam mumbles.

"Do we need to get Ophi in here?" Libby asks.

"Okay, fine, maybe I was." Sam admits. "But how was it?" He asks as she starts to walk away and he follows. "Did you make a friend? Did you get bullied? Did anybody laugh at or-- or call you a freak or--"

"I'm sorry. If I say yes, do you plan to go beat them up or something?"

"No, but... but, you know, we could talk. If you wanted."

"Dad." She puts her hands on his arms. "I am okay. Nobody made fun of me, nobody threw anything at or dumped anything on me. I talked to people, made friendly conversation. I got through the day, I almost passed out in P.E., but I am fine."

"You sure?" Sam asks.

"Promise." Libby nods.

"You find anything about the vamp?" Sam asks.

"Not yet. Now I am going to go in my room. Please don't wait outside the door for anything like a creep or something." Libby says.

"I-- I just wanted to know how your day was." Sam defends himself as she walks off.

"Yeah." She waves him off.

Libby goes to her room and shuts the door. She throws her backpack on the floor and huffs. Biting her lip, she walks over to the dresser and takes the flask out of her underwear. She shuts the drawer and undoes the flask. She manages to get a few drinks in before her door swings open.

Libby practically jumps out of her skin and she whirls around to find Ophelia.

"Hey." The blonde smiles. "What, school that bad?" She chuckles, seeing the flask.

"Oh, uh... just wanted a sip." Libby says.

"Can I have one?" Ophelia asks.

"No!" Libby holds the flask behind her back. Ophelia gives her a confused look. "Uh... germs."

"Okay, Sheldon Cooper." Ophelia mutters, finding her panic weird. "You okay?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine." Libby nods.

"Right." Ophelia whispers. "So... how was school?" She asks.

"It was... school." Libby says, screwing the lid of the flask on and putting it in her nightstand so she doesn't give away its actual hiding spot.

"Oh, come on, Libs. You gotta give me more than that." Ophelia says.

"I... I went, I sat through mind numbing classes, I almost died in P.E., I ate a shitty lunch, I got assigned homework, I came home." Libby says.

"You make any friends?" Ophelia asks.

"No, not really." Libby says, shaking her head.

Ophelia gasps.

"What?" Libby asks.

"You met a boy." Ophelia states, grinning.

"Who met a what now?" They turn to Nathan in the doorway.

"Libby met a boy." Ophelia grins.

"Boy? No, no, no, you're not allowed to meet boys." Nathan argues, rushing in.

"You're a boy." Libby points out.

"Yeah, but there is a negative 100% chance of us ever making out." He states.