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,

widened. “Really? I can do

with that, and I’m

number so that we can talk sometimes if I needed your help in these

rummaged into her bag but came empty, then she picked her bag (that read Prada) and dumped the contents onto the table. Finally she picked the phone out of all

like the color of your nails. Can we paint my

a pedi and then we’ll do some makeup for your face.” She declared with a mischievous smile. “I’m just

reason. As decided, we went 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 I kept refusing. In the end, they painted only my toes

money that Hunter gave me but she waved it off and told me to keep it instead and use it when I wanted to buy

me that she was good at it. When I looked at myself in the mirror for the final product, I really looked different. I

I looked pretty, right?

Would Hunter like it?

evening when she told me it would be time for me to go back home and that Hunter

then, Hannah received a call and she excused herself. “It’ll just take a

glanced around myself. People were still staring at me, mostly boys the age of

it. “Ice-Cream!” I shrieked loud. I think some people turned but I kept walking towards the cone. It was humongous and lit

The guy inside the shop

the truck. “I was wondering if I can get that ice-cream.” I pulled out the money

like others had. “You’re funny.” He looked me up and down and I really didn’t like the way he was looking at me, it was similar to Hunter’s but also different. Hunter’s gaze never made me feel

leer at me.

started walking away. I glanced behind me but there was no sign of Hannah. Where was she? It was crowded and I couldn’t see her. I’d strayed away from her because

Stupid Blue!

was no use. There

I could call him and then he’d know where to find me. I reached for my pocket when

knew I was going to cry. What if Hannah couldn’t find me 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 he looked for me but

“Hunter.” I whispered.

had blurred my

me?” Someone called out to me. It was an older man with a bushy mustache. He was

my friend.” I said.

“What’s her name?”

“Hannah.” I said.

I’ll help

eyes widened. “You

nodded as

* * *

Hunter

a problem” I knew something was terribly wrong or else she wouldn’t

“Hey.” I said.

mad.” That was the first thing that my sister said when she answered the call. Hannah answering on the first

“What is it?”

“Blue.”

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

to her and make up an excuse for an emergency, hoping

Hannah. She’s in trouble, kinda.”

me through her Harry Potter glasses with suspicion. “Huh. For once, she’s taken your position of falling into trouble.

I go? Will you cover for me? If Ryan asks about me, tell

agree for a coffee date with me.”

it, excluding me. Sometimes when we were working together, she’d find a reason to touch my hand or just playfully hit me, things like that. I’d assumed it was just a friendly

way. Trim waist, boobs the size of watermelons, dark hair

A date. It’s

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