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

shit where I eat. That was just against some of my rules, secondly, even if the idea of getting laid was tempting, I wouldn’t do it because my mind was fogged by a certain blue haired mermaid with blue eyes and luscious lips, her voice soft and

no piece of ass was

a reason to politely decline her offer. “I just can’t.”

mine. “It’s okay. I guess we could hang

fake coughed so I could use my hand as an excuse to cover

was going to be

the trash outside?” My brother, Ryan yelled from

or a ‘day off’. I kind of wished I was a normal employee so I had a

straight to the kitchen and started pulling Ryan

“What are you doing?”

ask me to take the trash outside?” I

at him. “Ha. Ha. I guess living

game. The ‘Let’s insult each other game’ it was fun until the one of us tried to rip each other’s

of pompous rich assholes like yourself and own the fucking

to be wooed by the likes of a man who gets kicked out of college frequently,

it. He’d hit the nail. He was checking if I was going to burst into flames. I clenched my fist around the black garbage bag, stormed outside and dumped the contents into the dumpster when I felt a

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

was really not in a mood to talk. I inhaled from my nose and exhaled from my mouth. “Listen Stella, I know you’re worried, but

you up.”

going on, Stella took my hand in hers

* * *

Blue

nostrils were filled with the

loved Burgers, especially the ones that Hunter made. It consisted of sweet onions, lettuce, a

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

fifteen minutes while I walked here? It was possible that he reached home and was still looking for me. I couldn’t believe who

It was Bob!

the Minion’s movie. He was holding a tray full of cookies. I approached him and took his hand in mine in a handshake. “Bob! Oh

and

lady crazy?” The kid pointed at me and said to

him. Hunter stood near the 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 with

neck, the feel of his strong shoulders. He turned to face me, my

snatching my hands

down to the little spots of cute freckles on his nose

had blue eyes, the same color as mine only a

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

looked at his hand for what felt like an eternity. A while later, he let his hand fall to his side.

girlfriend, Blue.” I said proudly. “We

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 a