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?”

ask for permission, just kiss

“Really? I can

wrong with that, and I’m pretty sure

so that we can talk sometimes if I needed your

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 the

your nails. Can we paint my

saloon in this mall. We are giving you a mani and a pedi and then we’ll do some makeup for your face.”

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 and did a mani for my hands.

she waved it off and told me to keep

dress from one of my purchases. Hannah 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 called a lipstick on my lips. It

I looked pretty, right?

Would Hunter like it?

go back home and that Hunter would come to collect

just take a minute.” She said and walked a

the age of Hunter.

I think some people turned but I kept walking towards the cone. It was humongous and lit up, shinning like a

guy inside the shop yelled. “What are

was wondering if I can get that ice-cream.” I pulled out

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.

backed away. He continued to leer at me. “Are you alone,

Hannah. Where was she? It was crowded and I couldn’t

Stupid Blue!

knew there was no use. There was no way she would hear me over the noise in

phone that Hunter had given me. 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 shorts were in

back home? What if Hunter didn’t bother to come to the mall and decided I

“Hunter.” I whispered.

had blurred my

bushy mustache. He

friend.” I said. “I’ve

“What’s her name?”

“Hannah.” I said.

me. I’ll help you find

eyes widened. “You

as I followed

* * *

Hunter

terribly wrong or else

“Hey.” I said.

was the first thing that my sister said when she answered the

“What is it?”

“Blue.”

“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 my brother wasn’t around, or else I’d have to give an explanation as to why I was leaving an hour earlier. The cafe was a family business, my brother Ryan

talk to her and make up an excuse for an

from my sister, Hannah.

through her Harry Potter glasses with suspicion. “Huh. For

I go? Will

for a coffee date with me.”

about 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 thing between colleagues. Now,

kind of hot in a dorky way. Trim waist, boobs the size of watermelons, dark hair tied in a ponytail

A date. It’s

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