The Bad Boy And The Mermaid

Blue

Hannah had told me that the one way I could keep Hunter happy was through cooking so I’d tried cooking a few times for Hunter and he’d liked it.

I was excited. Today I was making him grilled chicken salad and a chocolate cake for dinner. Hannah told me Chocolate cake was Hunter’s favorite. The cake was too moist but it was tasty. I knew it was tasty because I’d dipped my finger into the cake icing and licked it.

I covered the food on the counter, wore my favorite mermaid t-shirt and jeans and applied lipgloss. Finally I settled down on the couch with Leslie and waited for Hunter. He was supposed to be home by nine p.m but it was past nine thirty and he wasn’t back yet.

I waited until the clock read nine forty and that was a little too much waiting. The food wouldn’t taste good when it wasn’t warm anymore.

An instant idea hit me. I packed all the food and placed it in a basket that I found in the kitchen. I was going to Hunter’s workplace to surprise him.

He would be happy to see me, wouldn’t he?

I felt excited with that thought. “See you Leslie.”

I knew where Hunter worked, he’d drive me there a few times and I knew the address by heart. It took five minutes by car and fifteen minutes by walking.

“Be a good boy, Leslie.” I told him, closing the door and locking it behind me.

I heard a few horns on my way to the cafe. One car slowed down and said, “wanna ride, sweetpea?”

Someone said “nice ass you got there.”

I wanted to thank him for the compliment but the car rounded the corner and disappeared before I had time to say anything. I glanced at my wrist watch. I had seven more minutes of walking before I reached the cafe. I smiled, imagining Hunter’s reaction.

Would he tell his co-workers that I was his girlfriend? I hoped so. I also hoped he would tell them that we kissed a lot so they didn’t think he was joking about the “girlfriend” part.

It was the first time I would visit the place myself.

Hunter

I was dreading every second of every minute of this date. To say Stella was a bore would be an understatement of the year. I was suppressing a yawn every time she made an attempt to joke.

Instead, I took a sip of the chocolate milkshake as Stella continued to drone on about how Gabbie in English slept through the entire lecture and was slapped awake by the janitor in the evening.

Ha. Ha.

We were seated at the corner booth since we were both done with our duty. She and I both had changed out of our work clothes and I knew I still smelled of grease. Stella was wearing a maroon V neck blouse that was a little too deep for my liking. Her watermelon sized breasts were literally spilling out of her top and I wasn’t even tempted to keep looking. Her skirt was extra short and I knew she was desperate for my attention like a chimp craving for a banana.

She had her gooey eyes on as she sucked the life out of the milkshake straw. I was starting to wonder if she thought that was seductive.

So...what are you doing tonight?” She asked me, batting her fake lashes.

“Gotta complete some assignments.” I lied. Well, technically I had pending work but it could wait until the end of the year. She didn’t need to know that.

on, Hunt. My parent are out of town.”

do it because my mind was fogged by a certain blue haired mermaid with blue eyes and luscious lips, her voice soft and feminine just like her body. And thirdly, for instance if I decided to keep my thoughts off the mermaid for a while and get laid, I’d

ass was

tried to think of a reason to politely decline her

hand closed around mine. “It’s

so I could

going to be a

outside?” My brother, Ryan yelled from

being employed in the family business. There was no such thing as a ‘shift end’ or a ‘day off’. I kind of wished I was a normal employee so

and

“What are you doing?”

me to take the trash

chef laughed and his laugher died when Ryan threw daggers at him. “Ha. Ha. I guess living

heard somewhere in the corner. We always played this game. The ‘Let’s insult each other game’ it was fun until the one of

walk into a room full of pompous rich assholes like yourself

college frequently, gets arrested once a month and looses money faster than a gambler in Las Vegas. Trust me, women

fist around the black garbage bag, stormed outside and dumped the contents into

expressions mixed with worry. “Are you upset about what Ryan

my nose and exhaled from my mouth. “Listen Stella, I know you’re worried, but it’s not

just the way to cheer you up.”

I knew what was going on, Stella took my hand in hers and

* * *

Blue

nostrils were filled with the

that Hunter made. It consisted of sweet onions, lettuce, a meat patty and the white

serving the customers. There weren’t many patrons in the cafe, only a

here? It was possible that he reached home and was still

It was Bob!

of cookies. I approached him and took his hand in mine in a handshake. “Bob! Oh god, I can’t believe it’s Bob. I’m such a huge fan.” I told

looks and

kid pointed at me and said

last table, and was talking to someone. I giggled. I was going to surprise him. He would probably ask me a million questions about how I made it here alone. I walked slowly and stepped behind him, covering his eyes

different. The back of his neck, the feel of his strong shoulders. He turned to face me, my hands caught in

not Hunter.” I realized, snatching my hands

golden-brown hair to the bold structure of his jawline down to the little spots of cute freckles on his nose but the eyes were a dead giveaway.

were silver, this boy had blue eyes, the same

me for my brother. It happens all the time. Heck, our step-mother gets mixed up even after eighteen years.”

what felt like an eternity. A while later, he let his hand fall to his side. He gave me a skeptical look.

said proudly. “We live together. I sleep

were wide, and he roared with laughter. He was the third person I’d met that was laughing at me, other then Hunter and Hannah. “Cutie-Pie, can I give you