The Bad Boy And The Mermaid

Hunter

Drink! Drink! Drink!”

The cheer of the people in the club continued as I took the small glass of tequila and downed it.

“Drink! Drink! Drink!”

“Whoooo! Hunter! You can do it!” Someone else cheered as I downed my fourth glass. I sneaked a glance at Howie, the nerd from the English class that had foolishly come to the party without realizing that he was going to be the center of all their attention.

I downed the final glass and another roar of cheer pierced through the club. I couldn’t even see straight, much less walk in a straight line.

I was so screwed.

I’d won the tequila drinking competition as always, but what had I achieved doing that?

Absolutely Fucking Nothing! As usual.

Instead, I was going to have a migraine tonight followed by a bad hangover tomorrow. I staggered to the bathroom and managed to call Fredricko. He picked up on the third ring.

“Need a ride?”

“Yes.” I managed to say and threw up violently into the commode.

Twenty minutes later I was lying in the passenger seat of the old Beetle. My legs were starting to hurt from having little to no leg space but the throbbing in my head wasn’t letting me think of anything else. My legs might as well be in a knot by the time I climbed out of the car like the cartoon shows.

Then I remembered Blue.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

I’d told Blue I’d come home by five p.m but it was past midnight and that meant I was more than six hours late. I had promised her. I rubbed the back of my head with my fingers; I mostly did that when I was disappointed with myself. I didn’t want to think of Blue’s reaction when I got home. After puking all the contents in the club’s washroom, I’d felt a bit better. I climbed the stairs to my apartment and turned the key to the door, already dreading her wrath.

I found the apartment filled with an eerie silence. Even Leslie didn’t bark. Cautiously, I tiptoed into the room, making sure to maintain the pin-drop silence. Normally, when I got home; I’d throw each of my shoes in two different directions before tossing the keys on the dresser. This time, I had to be extra careful like there was a freakin’ baby in the crib that would give me a hard time if disturbed. I found Blue sprawled on the bed, sleeping soundlessly.

Topless.

That’s right. She was topless again.

The first time I’d seen her bare like that was her first morning with me when I’d lectured her on how she should always cover herself. She’d been alone for a few hours so I couldn’t blame her if she felt the need to be nude. I glanced at the open window and made a mental note to bring some solid blinds; didn’t need any pervy men across the street to ogle her.

My gaze dropped to the t-shirt she’d discarded on the floor, along with the bra that I’d bought her yesterday. The girl had serious issues with clothes, I noticed. She was lying on her front so I had a perfect view of her backside. Her milky slender waist down to her very round...

I groaned, fixing my jeans because things were starting to get lively down south. Blue was too pure for words, and far too innocent for someone like me. She didn’t even understand what it was like to be naked in front of young men and I didn’t know how I could explain it to her. Thinking of her in any erotic way was just off-limits. I was so tainted that I could go to hell if I even thought of touching her. Having her was out of the question.

I decided to not wake her up from her sleep and to prolong my string of apologies for tomorrow.

Apologies? I didn’t even remember the last time I ever apologized to a girl for standing her up. Hunter Brantley never said the word “sorry”.

Blue mumbled something incoherent and turned her face away. I pulled the comforter to her chin and watched her sleep silently. Warmth spread through my heart as I watched her. Shaking my head, I stripped down off my denims, peeled off my t-shirt and left the boxers on.

Sleeping on the couch had become more and more uncomfortable by the passing day and I had to think of solving this predicament soon since sleeping on the bed was a complete ‘No’. I didn’t trust myself to share my bed with a girl. If she was going to be in my bed, I had to have my hands all over her and hers on me. That’s the only way I knew and I couldn’t risk that with Blue.

I’d drifted off to sleep and thought I was dreaming when I dreamed of Blue walking over to my couch in all her naked glory and snuggling up to me in what remaining little space that was left on the couch beside me, and I felt those warm hands wrap around me and something soft touching my chest.

Warmth.

touched

realization hit me. I wasn’t dreaming,

against me, those soft breasts touching my chest and

the hell, Blue?!” I snarled as I backed away from

on the couch, surprise registering

or something and why were you on the couch with

upset because I was too angry to think straight. I had serious anger issues and most often when I was pissed at myself, I snapped and there was

An obvious douche move.

and walked out. Blue just quietly wore the t-shirt and lied

I sat up again, rubbing my eyes and cursing to myself; I walked back to the bed. Blue appeared to be hugging her body fiercely, her knees bent to her chest as she cried softly. My

hair

didn’t respond and I felt her body tense under my

sorry, Blue. I shouldn’t have

the side of her face, raking my fingers through her hair. How could I possibly have gotten mad at her? I

my face to her. “What’s

“I miss my family...” she sobbed. “I feel so lonely,

place yet and I’d left her alone

the couch to snuggle with me?” I

“Snuggle?”

cuddle. You had your arms around me and I was pretty surprised, you

I saw you were home,

to think of the fact that the only thing between us was the thin fabric of my t-shirt on her. Her tits

“And you are a very gorgeous woman. Although you are absolutely safe with me, I can’t guarantee if

I’m a

couldn’t stop

making fun

“Do you forgive me

go to school and also work, right? All

finished early with my work today and I’d headed straight to the bar. It had

you even

your fridge tasted sweet and I also had the Nutella

dentist’s appointment was on its

How had

to have some snack? Like a sandwich

and yawned. “I’m really sleepy. I want to

checked the time. It was past four a.m. I groaned, I’d have to

back to sleep. Nighty-Night.” I said as

mine. I stopped and looked at her. She started acting weird and started fidgeting; the

“What is it Blue?”

you get angry if I asked

I grinned. “Go ahead, ask

a little farther and patted the right side of the bed.

interpreted differently, but it was Blue we were talking about here who had no

“Are you sure?”

at me. “I want to