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?”

permission,

“Really? I can do

that, and

have your number so that we can talk sometimes if I

picked the phone out of all

like the color of your nails. Can

are giving you a mani and a pedi and then

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

told me to keep it instead and use it when I wanted to buy something for myself in future. I thought that was

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

I looked pretty, right?

Would Hunter like it?

home and that Hunter would come to collect me after his part-time work. I was elated with the idea of going back to

excused herself. “It’ll just take a minute.” She said and walked a little farther away from

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

It was humongous and lit up, shinning like a star. I stared at it in awe and reached my hand towards it. If

The guy inside the shop yelled. “What are

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

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.

He continued to leer at me. “Are

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!

out to her but knew there was no use. There was

then he’d know where to find me. I reached for my pocket when I realized

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

“Hunter.” I whispered.

had

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

looking for my friend.” I said. “I’ve

“What’s her name?”

“Hannah.” I said.

me. I’ll help you

widened.

as

* * *

Hunter

terribly wrong or else she wouldn’t have called me again when I’d already called an hour back

“Hey.” I said.

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

“What is it?”

“Blue.”

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 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

up an excuse for an emergency, hoping like

from my sister, Hannah. She’s in

with suspicion. “Huh. For once, she’s

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

agree for a coffee date with me.”

that Stella had a thing for me and it seemed like everyone knew about it, excluding me. Sometimes when we were working together, she’d find a reason to touch my hand or just

of watermelons, dark hair tied

A date.

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