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,

eyes widened. “Really? I can do

that, and I’m pretty sure Hunter wants

I have your number so that we can talk sometimes if I needed

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 junk. “Save my number. It’s double four...” after we’d successfully saved our numbers and she’d dumbed the garbage back

the color of your nails.

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

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 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 something for myself

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

I looked pretty, right?

Would Hunter like it?

was almost evening when she told me it would be time for me to go back home and that Hunter would come to collect me after his

excused herself. “It’ll just take a minute.”

at me, mostly boys the age of Hunter. I

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

guy inside the shop yelled. “What are

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

had. “You’re funny.” He looked me up and down and I really didn’t like the way he was looking at me, it

leer at me. “Are

she? It was crowded and I couldn’t see her.

Stupid Blue!

her but knew there was no use. There was no way she would hear me

the path I’d walked in but I still couldn’t see her. I 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 and the bag was

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

“Hunter.” I whispered.

had blurred my

bushy mustache. He was tall and had a bulging stomach. He cleared his

my friend.” I said. “I’ve

“What’s her name?”

“Hannah.” I said.

I’ll help you

eyes widened.

nodded as I followed

* * *

Hunter

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

“Hey.” I said.

my sister said when she answered the call. Hannah answering on

“What is it?”

“Blue.”

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

to her and make up an excuse for an emergency, hoping like hell she’d fall

got a call from my sister, Hannah. She’s in

suspicion. “Huh. For once,

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

you agree for a

chef had warned 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 playfully hit me, things like that. I’d assumed

hair tied in a ponytail and eyes the shape of almonds. She was nice but

date. It’s a

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