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 kiss

eyes widened. “Really? I can

and I’m pretty sure Hunter wants that

that we can talk sometimes

she picked the phone out of all the junk. “Save my

like the color of your nails. Can we paint my

a mani and a pedi and then we’ll do some makeup

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. My nails looked lovely with the peach nail color. I stared at it in awe. I had matching beautiful nails like Hannah. I loved

and tried to hand her the money that Hunter gave me but she waved it off and told me to keep it instead

a nice short lemon colored 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

I looked pretty, right?

Would Hunter like it?

go back home and that Hunter would come to collect me

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

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

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

shop yelled. “What are you

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

like the way he was looking at me, it was similar to Hunter’s but also different. Hunter’s gaze never made me feel

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

because I was not his honey and 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 I was dummy and

Stupid Blue!

knew there was no use. There was no way she would

remembered I had a spare 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 a bag

lower lip trembled, and I 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

“Hunter.” I whispered.

tears had blurred

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

looking for my friend.” I

“What’s her name?”

“Hannah.” I said.

help

widened. “You

as

* * *

Hunter

or else she wouldn’t have called me again when I’d already called an

“Hey.” I said.

said when she answered the call. Hannah answering

“What is it?”

“Blue.”

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 her and make up an excuse for an emergency, hoping

my sister, Hannah. She’s

Harry Potter glasses with suspicion. “Huh. For once, she’s

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

you agree for a

excluding me. Sometimes when we were working together, she’d find a reason to touch my hand or just

way. Trim waist, boobs the size of watermelons, dark hair tied in a ponytail and eyes the shape of almonds. She was

date.

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