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

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 feminine just like her body. And thirdly, for instance if I

piece of ass was

think of a reason to politely decline her offer. “I just

around mine. “It’s okay. I guess we could hang out some other

my hand out of her grasp and fake coughed so I could use my hand as an excuse

be

be kind enough to take the trash outside?” My brother, Ryan yelled from the other side

I kind of wished I was a normal employee so I had a fucking excuse to get a

and

“What are you doing?”

me to take the trash outside?”

chef laughed and his laugher died when Ryan threw daggers at him. “Ha. Ha. I guess living a poor man’s life has diminished

We always played this game. The ‘Let’s insult each other game’ it was fun until the one of us tried to rip each other’s throats. That was in fact part of the game. You

room full of pompous rich assholes like yourself and own the fucking show.” I grinned. “Not

by the likes of a man who gets kicked out of college frequently, gets arrested once a

into flames. I clenched my fist around

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

from my mouth. “Listen Stella,

to cheer you up.” She said in a

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

* * *

Blue

were filled with the aroma

sweet onions, lettuce, a meat patty and the

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

back home in the duration of fifteen minutes while I walked here? It was possible that he reached home and was

It was Bob!

him and took his hand in mine in a handshake. “Bob! Oh god, I can’t believe it’s Bob. I’m

I ignored the looks and concentrated on Bob. “I loved your movie.”

is this lady crazy?” The kid pointed at

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 hands caught

Hunter.” I realized, snatching my

the bold structure of his jawline down to the little spots of cute freckles on his nose but the eyes were a dead giveaway. Anyone from far would think this

boy had blue eyes, the same

all the time. Heck, our step-mother gets mixed up even after eighteen years.” He said, and raised his hand out towards me.

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

Hunter’s girlfriend, Blue.” I said proudly. “We

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