Page 13 of Jacob Michaels is Not Crazy

“What do you mean?” He chewed at his lip.

“Andrew is a werewolf.” I shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant as I chewed and skewered another piece of melon. “Oma is a witch, I guess. What are you, Lucas? Did I have sex with a leprechaun the other night?”

“And twice the next morning?”

His grin was too appealing.

It was my turn to frown.

“Please answer me.”

“I’m just…me, Rob.”

“Human?”

“Mrs. Wagner is human.” He said. “So is Andrew. Being a witch doesn’t take away your humanity, Rob. And werewolves only lose their humanity in wolf form.”

I’d hit a sore spot, clearly.

“Are you human or is there a hyphen, Lucas.” I was sorry for having phrased my question the way I had, but I needed answers. “Is there an additional descriptor for ‘Lucas’ besides ‘human’?”

“Would you believe me if I said I was just a human?”

“Maybe.”

“What if I told you that I was, indeed, a leprechaun?”

“Harder to believe.”

“Because werewolves don’t exist, right?” He teased.

Watching him for a few moments, I tried to not get distracted by his perfect…everything. I tried to not let my brain tell me how much I wanted to ask him if we could go back to his house.

“What are you?”

“You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

“I don’t think so. No.”

“I’m human.”

“And nothing else?”

He shrugged.

“What does that mean?” I was completely frustrated. “All you have to tell me is if you’re something in addition to being human.”

“I don’t know.” He was shrugging again.

“How can you not know?”

“Everyone around here has some crazy family history.” He said, grabbing his fork and attacking his omelet once again. “Well, maybe not everyone, but quite a few people have this or that in their bloodline. How should I know if there’s a leprechaun in the woodpile?”

“Poorly executed, Lucas.”

He blushed as he shoved more omelet into his mouth.

“I’ve never grown hair at the full moon or had lasers shoot out of my fingers or granted wishes, or anything.” He replied, chewing his food. “If that helps any.”