One moment, Sandy was standing there, trying not to cringe away from impending insults, the next she was staring at the bare back of her childhood friend. Blinking in surprise she looked over his shoulder at the boy. His eyes had gone wide in shock. Of course, the male ego was not to be denied, and the boy reacted offensively to this perceived threat. He launched the first thing that came to hand at Teddy. Sandy blinked, drew in a gasp of breath in preparation to warn Teddy, but before she could get a sound out, Teddy's hand had shot out, caught the boy's slim, black iPhone in his hand, crushing it to bits. As the shattered phone fell in pieces to the floor she blinked, then quirked an eyebrow at the boy.<br/><br/>Teddy's voice filled the room, in a seductive and threatening purr. His voice was always like melted chocolate to her, but now, with so much malice laced into his words, she pictured melted chocolate coating a razor blade. The danger was impossible to miss. The boy went pale and nearly tripped over himself as he fled the room without so much as a backward glance at his ruined cell phone.<br/><br/>Her eyes followed the boy's movement through the door, which left her staring at Teddy's back when the boy went out of sight. Enormous, beautiful tattoos spanned across his back in the shape of dual, identical wings. Each wing started near the base of his neck, between his shoulder blades. Each was so wide that it reached nearly to the shoulder before spreading down, over his ribcage and ending near the waist of his pants. The detail was incredible and she found herself staring open-mouthed. As she watched, Teddy gave a little motion of his shoulders, and the tattoos seemed to shimmer. She blinked, assuming it was some trick of the light. When she looked again the tattoos had gone still once more.<br/><br/>"My goodness..." she said breathlessly, "Those are some impressive reflexes you've got there..." She tried to keep her tone light, teasing, in an attempt to hide the fact that she was feeling completely overwhelmed.<br/><br/>Before he turned to face her, she turned away, unable to let his intense beauty overwhelm her when she was already so confused. "He... he could see you..." She frowned, wringing her hands together as she tried to make sense of the last... what had it been...? It felt as though hours had passed since she'd hurried from English class, but it couldn't have been more than a few minutes. A glance at her watch told her it had indeed been seven minutes. "So... let me get this straight..." She paced, still not looking at him, "While I spent my entire life believing the only true friendship I'd ever known was a figment of my imagination.... That the friend I used to love was never real... the feelings I had were simply a reaction to my own psychoses... The truth was that you've... what? You've been away? In HELL?! I must be insane... I've... completely lost my marbles... This can't be real. Its CRAZY! And... and now you're back. And what? What am I..."<br/><br/>Her words, which had begun to climb in volume and pitch as her emotions rose, abruptly cut off as she clamped a hand over her mouth. She refused to let her emotions show. Always had. Ever since... Well she always had. She wasn't about to change that now. She kept her face averted as she paused, fidgeting nervously with one hand still clamped over her mouth.