The Bad Boy And The Mermaid

Hunter

I placed Blue’s luggage on the bed and began unpacking it. I was going to help her put things in place so she didn’t face a problem later when she was alone.

She sat down at the edge of the bed and looked around curiously. “Is this room...”

“Mine. It was my bedroom when I used to live in the house with my family.”

She climbed to her feet and walked towards some shelves and looked at the trophies and awards I’d received during school. “You were a good student.” She remarked.

“Yeah. Kinda...I guess.” I said. I tried to remain modest about these things. I didn’t think too much about the trophies. I didn’t think much of anything. My entire life had no meaning whatsoever.

She pointed at a framed high school picture of me sitting on bedside table. It was a picture of me with my soccer team, the entire group of jock players who used to be my friends at one time. When my father declared to disown me, those same group of friends laughed at me for being poor and alone.

“You looked so cute.” She commented.

I slammed the frame close. My stepmom had a very bad habit of snooping around in my room and placing things where they didn’t belong. That woman had nothing better to do with her time. Sometimes I wondered if she wished I was born to her so it would have been easy to keep me in line. It didn’t matter to her either way.

I shook my head. Blue settled down on the bed, and touched the pillows. And before I knew it she was burying her face in the cushion. She inhaled aggressively and moaned loudly.

So loud that I had to step back and close the door of the room.

What the hell?

I’d never heard her moan like that.

“What are you doing, Blue?” I asked her softly.

If a maid were to walk by, I was positive they would hear the sounds of her moans and think of some explicit scenario. My reputation didn’t make things any better.

“This pillow.” She whispered in an intoxicated voice. “It smells so good. It smells of you”

Her toes curled. I was growing hard down south. Before she could moan even louder, I shushed her. “Blue, lower down your voice.”

I remembered lying down in bed a few weeks back when I was drunk out of my mind and Hannah tried to sneak me into the house at the crack of dawn. I was busted in point five seconds of walking through the threshold. I found myself under the sting eye of my Dad who’d been waiting in the darkness of the kitchen. The next few days were followed by his rants and some bickering which had warranted him taking a final action on the lifelong threats that he’d made. I was thrown out of my own house. If I didn’t straighten out soon, I’d be out of the will too.

Definitely not the night I wanted to remember. Maybe I’d doused myself in so much perfume that day that the scent had stained my pillow. The maids probably hadn’t bothered to change the sheets later.

I pushed my thoughts aside and unpacked some of Blue’s clothes and arranged them into the now empty wardrobe. I placed her shoes in the bottom shelf. Then I found her lingerie and I tried not to imagine her wearing them as I arranged them in the drawers. It took me almost an hour to put her things in place.

“There.” I said. “You’re all set now.”

Blue peered at me curiously through her long luscious lashes, her long hair swept around her like a cloud of blue cotton candy.

“You’re really leaving me here, aren’t you?” She asked.

“I don’t have a choice, Blue. If we don’t put distance between us, it could get worse.”

“What could get worse?” She asked innocently.

“My feelings for you.”

She obviously didn’t understand.

a hug before you

right mind would ever

and flung her arms around me in a strong, possessive embrace. I held her close to me and

anything, Hannah will help you. I will see you when I

my head. She closed her eyes. I felt a bolt of electricity pass through me and fragments of my past resurfaced in flashbacks like it was a short movie. When she opened her eyes, they were wide. I knew from the anguish in her

my past that

I smacked her hand away from my

were still raised

think I’d ever given Blue a death glare until now. She explained, “Hunter, I’m sorry...I didn’t

I bellowed. “Why would you do that? It’s not fair to peek into other people’s mind like

just wanted to see

I snapped. “You’re not a goddamn psychiatrist so stop trying to look into my

flinched; I guess she wasn’t used to seeing me so pissed off and it’d caught her off-guard. I didn’t blame her. People often thought I was sweet and all until they

I instantly felt bad for behaving rudely. That was the problem with

change the subject all together. “I have arranged all your clothes in the closet. You’ll find the shoes in the last drawer. The middle drawer has

for the best. I wanted to slap myself for how sad I’d made her. Blue didn’t deserve tears; she deserved the smiles and the child-like laugher that I’d

What?

in love with the

in love with Blue and not hurt her. There was a one hundred percent possibility that I would fuck up and I didn’t think I

met Hannah halfway downstairs. “You seem tensed, what’s wrong?” she

had a

she asked giving me her signature pissed

apartment so I’m entrusting you with her responsibility for the

in Hannah’s eyes. “Hunter,

course the most logical explanation for Blue would be to agree with her being an

was no way I could tell her that Blue was a mermaid. It would lead to chaos and more questioning. “I want you to take care

“Don’t worry. She’s safe

“I trust you, Han.”

back to my apartment that night feeling completely drained. Leslie searched every corner of

going to live with us from now on, buddy.”

dinner, and neither did I. I’d just lost

decision by sending her away? She was going to leave me eventually so what did it

over an hour and I already missed her. I rolled onto her side and

was instantly

This

phone suddenly began buzzing. I picked it off the dresser hastily, thinking it was Hannah calling

see me. If Blue called and insisted, I wasn’t entirely sure I wouldn’t cave in. That girl had so much power over me, it was surprising. I’d never let any woman control my life and yet, Blue

hooked up with a few times

her text and

not wearing anything tonight. Wanna come

and honestly, it was

girl badly enough to not even consider the thought of

feeling well, Kay. How

Maybe I can come over, and even treat your booboo. I’m sure by the time I’m done, you’ll

I rolled my eyes.