No and this is strange

Lessons in school rarely challenge you. As a top grade student you hardly ever have trouble following the teacher. But since you know there is a secret magic world you can barely concentrate anymore. However, failing class would help nobody so you give your best and take notes as always.

Finally, the last lesson of the day starts. Chemistry by Mrs. Hover. You like chemistry, but you hate that this is the subject you have with the bully William. You heard he failed last year and has to repeat it now. However, he is clearly not interested in the subject. He prefers to study your pretty teacher. Mrs. Hover is barely 30 and looks like a goddess. Her Tits are fine and not too big and her ass looks almost as good as Jennys (of course you don't tell her you even looked). Whoever manages to look at her face will see, that it her lower body parts are not the only reason somebody would date her.

When she began teaching chemistry, a lot of boys became serious trouble with their girlfriends. But as much as you know, Mrs. Hover is really professional. She often offers help but never flirts with students. And she is one of the few teachers who regularly stand up to Bandon, William and other bullies. Likely because of her husband, who works as a bodyguard. You met him once. He is a nice, very big and very muscular guy.

However, today William seems to not calculate the gravity field of Mrs. Hovers ass. Over the whole lesson, he didn't makes a single comment about tits. He barely says something at all. You wonder why. This pervert was never tired to make some sexuel comment. He knows, as long as his father is a rich, powerfull lawyer he will never get in serious trouble with the teachers. But today he is strangely quite.

Mrs. Hover ends the class in time and you decide to act a little slower to see if William gets in trouble somehow. But he is one of the first people to leave the classroom. Outside you almost bump into your girlfriend who seems to be quite happy.

"Hey love," Jenny says happy and kisses you on the cheek, "ready for a long drive with little stops?"

"With you always," you answer, "but ... did you noticed something strange lately?"

"I'm a werewolf, please describe strange!" replies, "Why? Have you spotted any new magic creatures?"

"No, it's just ... I don't know," you admit, "William was surprising quite this day and I did't saw Bandon anywhere to recruit girls to the victory party against their will."

"Now that you mention it, I didn't saw or heard anything too," Jenny mumbles and checks her mobile phone, "strange indeed. In our WhatsApp group, the last complainment about Bandon was yesterday evening. Before I ... met him. Do you ... do you think I maybe ... hurt him? God ... if I broke him something and he is still in the trash container ..."

"Calm down, honey," you say and hug her tight, "they would have found him by now and we would have heard the ambulance. Or at least somebody would have and there would be rumors."

"Yes, you are right," Jenny says a little calmer, "it's just ... I can barely control my strange at night and if I would hurt somebody really bad ... I don't think I would take that well. Do you mind if we take a look at the trash before we leave?"

"Of course I don't mind," you say and rub your girlfriends back, "buit if Bandon is still there and stinks like hell, I will take apicture before we call the ambulance."

The way to the trash containers is short and most students already left for the weekend. When you are there you look in every container, but in none is a human body.

"False alarm," Jenny says calm, "maybe Bandon just skipped school."

"Wouldn't that mean his explusion from the sports team?" you ask thoughtfully, "I mean, the director would likely ignore this. Like every time he broke a rule. But there is a small chance he got enough. I'm not sure Bandon would risk it that short before the big game."

"You may be right," Jenny mumbles, "you know what. I know who we can ask. Follow me!"