The Bad Boy And The Mermaid

Chapter 8

Blue

“Hannah, where do your parents live?” I asked her since I’d never heard Hunter talk about their parents.

“We used to live together at first. Me, Hunter, Ryan. I’m still in high school so I live with my parents, Ryan has a condo downtown and he takes care of the family business. And Hunter, well. He’s not the obeying kind so Dad disowned him temporarily after a series of bad behavior. He’s the black sheep of the family.”

Hunter certainly didn’t seem like a sheep to me.

“What kind of bad behavior?”

I didn’t think there was anything remotely bad about Hunter’s behavior. Sure he was a little scary when he was angry, but he was still nice.

“He used to get kicked out of schools, the soccer team, getting into fights. That sort of thing.” She explained.

I nodded. I could ask Hunter about it later.

“Who is Ryan?” I asked.

“He’s our oldest half-brother. Ryan’s mom died when he was four and then Dad remarried Hunter’s Mom who...well, it just didn’t turn out well. They separated, and then he remarried for the third time to my mother.” She said taking a sip of her drink that she called a “slushie” it made her tongue look blue. “Dad’s been through some rough marriages.”

“So the three of you have three different mothers?” I was surprised. I’d never heard of something like that.

She nodded. “Yup, but we share the same Dad. My moms pretty cool though.”

“My mom’s cool too.” I told her.

Then Hannah started talking about music and some boy band that I didn’t know anything about so I continued to nod my head. I guess she was really tired of my nodding, because she suggested. “How would you like a nice haircut?”

“A haircut?!” I exclaimed.

“Yeah. We’ll just trim your hair a bit.”

I shook my head. “I can’t. I’m not allowed to.”

“Why not?”

“Mermaids can’t cut hair. It’s a sin.”

Hannah seemed suspicious. “Mmm-hmm.” She eyed me warily. “Oh, I see.” It was clear she didn’t believe me at all.

It’s a good thing she didn’t push about cutting my hair. I liked my hair long.

“Hannah, can I ask you something?”

“Go ahead.”

“How do I make Hunter like me?”

She laughed. “I think he already likes you, honey.”

I didn’t believe her. “I don’t think so. Whenever I ask him if we could kiss, he gives me his cheeks.”

She snorted. “Well in that case, you should take the lead.”

“What do you mean?”

for permission, just

“Really? I can do

with that, and I’m pretty

we can talk sometimes if I needed your help in these

of all the junk. “Save my number. It’s double four...” after we’d successfully saved our numbers and she’d dumbed the garbage back in her bag, she asked me. “What do

of your nails. Can we paint my

mall. We are giving you a mani and a pedi and then we’ll do some

to the shop called a “beauty saloon”. An hour later, when the lady started dipping my feet inside water, I refused to let them. Hannah insisted that it was fine but

but she waved it off and told me to keep it instead and use it when I wanted

did some face painting that she called “makeup”. She assured me that she was good at it. When I looked at myself in the mirror for the final product, I really looked different. I had something

I looked pretty, right?

Would Hunter like it?

it would be time for me to go back home and that Hunter would come to collect me after his part-time work. I

a call and she excused herself. “It’ll just take a minute.” She said and walked a

me, mostly boys the age of Hunter. I didn’t know why. Maybe I looked

the cone. It was humongous and lit up, shinning like a star. I

guy inside the shop yelled. “What are you

truck. “I was wondering if I can get that

He looked me up and down and I really didn’t like the way he was looking at me, it was similar

to leer at me. “Are you alone,

behind me but there was no sign of Hannah. Where was she? It was crowded and I couldn’t see her. I’d

Stupid Blue!

there was no use. There was no way

I could call him and then he’d know where to find me. I reached for my pocket when I realized I was wearing the new dress. The phone was in the pocket of the shorts that I’d worn in the morning, the

and went back home? What if Hunter didn’t bother to come to the mall and decided I wasn’t worth all the trouble? What if

“Hunter.” I whispered.

tears had blurred my

with a bushy mustache. He was tall and had a bulging stomach. He cleared his throat. “Need help

looking for my friend.”

“What’s her name?”

“Hannah.” I said.

me. I’ll help

eyes widened. “You

as

* * *

Hunter

saying that “there was a problem” I knew something was terribly wrong or else she wouldn’t have called me again when I’d already called an hour back to check up on

“Hey.” I said.

don’t be mad.” That was the first thing that my sister said when she answered the call. Hannah answering on the first ring was a clear reason this

“What is it?”

“Blue.”

down my body, and my palms were starting to feel sweaty. “I’m on my way.” I told her as I stormed into the staff room of the café, pulled down the apron and stuffed it inside the locker. Good thing

make up an excuse for an emergency, hoping like

Hannah. She’s in trouble, kinda.” I told

with suspicion. “Huh. For once, she’s taken

suppressed an eye-roll. I hated how she enjoyed teasing me. “Can I go? Will you cover

for a coffee date

a reason to touch my hand or just playfully hit me, things like that. I’d assumed it was just a

watermelons, dark hair tied in a ponytail and eyes the shape of

A date. It’s

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