Bring Leyla home

You walk back to the cars in an unpleasant silence. They are still there like nothing happened. For a moment you feared that someone drove by at night and called the police or stole it.

“I have to go to my father and talk to him,” Jenny explains, “he will not be pleased that you know my secret. But I will survive it. Afterwards I will come to the college dorm and speak with you.”

“I have to drive Leyla home,” you reply, “she lent me her car. See you then.”

You give your girlfriend a kiss and you both enter your cars. Your first stop is the lake house of Leyla. Like always the lake party has made a serious mess. Empty bottles and clothing lay around. The fire is out and the only two remaining sober people watch out for everyone else. Most of the guests are already gone but there are at least five naked people sleeping in the lake house.

A few hours ago you would have wished you and Jenny could be among them. This seems to have been a hell of a party. But now you are sure if Jenny would have stayed among these drunkards nobody would have survived. Well at least Leyla managed to fulfill her goal. She is also naked in the big double bed and sleeps as the little spoon in the arms of Tom. You are happy for them.

Carefully you shake Leyla but she only grumbles a bit and refuses to wake up. As much as you can see she isn't drunk. Despite her behavior, she knows her limits very well. You write your passed-out best friend a note, throw a blanket over Leyla and lift her carefully over your shoulder. Then you carry her through the house and to her car. The two sober guys help you but can't stop laughing. You drive Leyla to home, which is a small but luxury mansion with a small garden, a swimming pool, and its own carport.

“What the ...” mumbles Leyla and looks around confused as you park the car, “oh my god have I been kidnapped? Please don't hurt me, my mother has lots of money. She'll pay you … probably.”

“Not that I wouldn't appreciate a little cash,” you say, “but if I **** your mother I would have to talk to her and that isn't worth it.”

“Oh, it's you,” Leyla says and stretches her arms, “what a relief. I once was kidnapped when I was eight years old, and now I'm not only valuable but smoking hot. A kidnapper would for sure **** me.”

“I remember the story,” you say and get out of the car, “your mother paid but never really worried about you. And the police never arrested these bastards afterward. Do you need some help?”

“I'm very grateful for every helping hand,” Leyla answers and lets you help her out of the car, “thanks for the blanket by the way. Most guys would deliver me home naked just for their own eye candy.”

You also help her to the front door where a maid sees you and takes on Leyla from now on. You remember her name - Lynn. Last time you and your girlfriend brought Leyla home after a party you had some small talk with her two weeks ago. She even showed you a picture of her four-year-old daughter.

From her house, it's just a few minutes to walk until you reach the college. It's surreal that you just discovered that magic creatures live among humans but everything is so normal. Even the typical bullies are around looking for easy victims. You ignore them and enter the dorm where you greet the overseer and go straight to your room.