The Werewolf and the Human

Not My Type

“He’s cute,” Jackie said as I walked back over to her.

              “Not my type,” I said, shaking my head. I was willing to give myself a headache for that headshake.

              “Then what is your type?” she asked me.

              I shook my head. “Not men who think they are better than me.” I glanced toward the man that was still standing by the bathroom door.

              “Well, actually…” she began.

              “Don’t well actually me. You know I’m right.” I sighed. Glancing to see if he had moved from his spot yet. “Fine, I do have a tendency to like men who take control, but that guy was just an ass.”

              “Are you sure?” she asked me.

              Why hadn’t he moved? “What is that supposed to mean?”

              She laughed, letting her fingers drum on the table. “It only means that you seem oddly attracted to him.”

              “Why would you think that?”

              “Because you keep glancing over at him, even if you don’t think that I notice it,” she said, shaking her head.

              I realized that she was right. I quickly quit staring at him. It didn’t matter what he was doing. I needed to remember that. “So, how about you give me some good news. The car is ready, right?”

              “No such luck,” she said, shaking her head again.

              “What do you mean no such luck?” I asked her, sitting down.

              “Are you alright?” she asked me. She stood and walked over to me.

              “Just dizzy.” I shook my head and closed my eyes. The ground felt like it was spinning right around me. I was standing still, but everything around me was spinning. That was my problem. It was a dizzying mess. All I wanted to do was go home, and I couldn’t. “Why isn’t the car ready?”  

              “They didn’t say,” she said, shaking her head. She seemed disappointed in the whole situation, and she was not the only one.

              I sighed. “I don’t like that answer. It shouldn’t be taking them this long. It’s a simple flat tire. I mean, I could have done it myself had it not been for the fact that…”

              “That you got attacked in the woods?” Jackie said, interrupting me.

              “Well, yeah, but…”

              “That you were in the hospital overnight.”

              “I mean, yes, that happened too, but what I was going to say was….”

              “The fact that you can’t even stand up for more than a few minutes at a time.”

              “Tools,” I screamed. I quickly sunk down into the booth further. “I was going to say that I didn’t have the tools to do it. That was it.”

              My friend laughed. “I know. I just wanted to see you get frustrated about something.”

              I knew right away what she meant by that, but I also knew better than to touch that subject. “So, if they aren’t done, what do you want to do?”