<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline"> "I'm not imaginary. I am real. Other people just couldn't see me...I think." he nods his head. Looking at her. "College? Hallucenations?"</span></span><br/><br/>Blushing, she ducks her head to hide a chuckle. â€œYes you are, Teddy. You were the friend I created in my head when I was a child. You were the figment of a childâ€™s imaginationâ€¦ and now youâ€™re back to torment meâ€¦â€<br/><br/>She sighed, momentarily overcome by worry, fatigue and stress, then finally zipped her bag closed and hoisted it back onto her shoulder. This day would definitely be ranked high among the most absurd days of her life.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">â€What exactly is here?â€</span></span>he asked, the intense curiosity in his voice causing her to chuckle.<br/><br/>â€œThis is my school,â€ She answered distractedly as she turned to lead him back toward the English building.<br/><br/>A few girls made their way past, giggling and whispering behind their hands, but she couldnâ€™t quite catch their words.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Great,</span>she thought,<span style="font-style: italic">Now Iâ€™ve got a reputation as the girl that talks to herself. Marvelous.</span><br/><br/>Teddy cocked his head to the side, his eyes following the girls with a curious expression. When he turned to her, she heard the same innocent curiosity in his voice when he spoke.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">â€Sa-sa, what is a Super model?â€</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Ouchâ€¦ I mean I know Iâ€™m not the most beautiful girl on campusâ€¦ but even my imaginary friend is more interested in other girls than in meâ€¦</span><br/><br/>â€œThose were definitely no super models, Teddyâ€¦ Those were just girls. Youâ€™ve seen them beforeâ€¦â€ she said, the hurt in her voice making her tone a bit crisper than sheâ€™d have wanted.<br/><br/>Following his directions, she found a small, empty classroom, entered, and closed the door behind her. Sighing with relief, she dumped the heavy pack onto a desk and turned to look at him. Her breath caught in her chest. She wasnâ€™t sure if it was panic, or heat that stole her breath, but she found herself unable to do anything other than stand there, looking at her childish manifestation of her idea of the perfect guy. He was everything sheâ€™d ever dreamed of as a child. And here he was, for all appearances, standing before her in the flesh to torment her into insanity.<br/><br/>Several questions were bouncing around in her head, and she spit out the first one she was able to catch hold of. â€œWhy are you here?â€