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.

hug

ever

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

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

placed both her palms at either sides of 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 expressions that

glimpse of my past that I’d tried

hand

hands were still raised

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

do that? It’s not fair to peek into other people’s mind like

just wanted to see why you

the fact that I’d let my emotions show, I snapped. “You’re not a goddamn psychiatrist so stop trying to look into my past! I’m not to be fixed like

pissed off and it’d caught her off-guard. I didn’t blame her. People often thought I

felt bad for behaving rudely. That was the

clothes in the closet. You’ll find the shoes in the

done, and I guess it was for the best. I wanted to slap myself for how sad I’d made her. Blue didn’t

What?

in

There was no way that I could fall in love with Blue and not hurt her. There was a one hundred percent possibility that I would fuck

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

a fight.” I

me her signature

you may already be aware. Due to some circumstances I can’t keep her at my apartment so I’m entrusting you with her

Hannah’s eyes. “Hunter, is

Blue would be to agree

for herself. There 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 of Blue, just keep an eye out on

nodded. “Don’t worry. She’s safe

“I trust you, Han.”

searched every corner of the tiny place

live with us from

in the corner. He didn’t even touch his dinner, and neither did I. I’d just lost my appetite tonight. I

right decision by sending her away? She was going to leave

of the bed. It remained empty. It’d been just over an hour and I already missed her. I rolled onto her side and stayed there. Her pillow smelled of the shampoo that I’d

instantly

This

picked it off the dresser hastily,

wouldn’t cave in. That girl had so much power over me, it was surprising.

phone wasn’t from Hannah. It was from Kaila, my ex from a long time ago who I’d hooked up with a few times even after our breakup. We had a sort of like a friends-with-benefits

her text

anything tonight.

offer, because she liked the whole ′Wham Bam Thank you Ma’am’ and honestly,

badly enough

I’m not feeling well, Kay. How about I

my poor baby. Maybe I can come over, and even treat your booboo.

I rolled my eyes.