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, just

“Really? I

There’s nothing wrong with that, and I’m pretty

your number so that we can talk sometimes if

bag (that read Prada) and dumped the contents onto the table. Finally she picked the phone out of all the junk. “Save my number.

like the color of your nails. Can we paint

giving you a mani and a pedi and then we’ll do some makeup for your face.”

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

told me to keep

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.

I looked pretty, right?

Would Hunter like it?

me it would be time for me to go back home and that Hunter would

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

the age of Hunter. I didn’t know why. Maybe

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

The guy inside the shop yelled. “What are you

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

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.

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!

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

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

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 failed to find

“Hunter.” I whispered.

had

It was an older man with a bushy mustache. He was tall and had a

friend.” I said. “I’ve

“What’s her name?”

“Hannah.” I said.

me. I’ll help you

eyes widened.

as

* * *

Hunter

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

“Hey.” I said.

my sister said when she answered the call. Hannah answering on the first ring was a clear reason this was something

“What is it?”

“Blue.”

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

up an

sister, Hannah. She’s in trouble,

Harry Potter glasses 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 me? If Ryan asks about me, tell him

agree for a coffee date with me.” She

everyone knew 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, it seemed like that little “rumor” had some truth

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

date. It’s a

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