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.
Stella pouted. “Oh,come on, Hunt. My parent are out of town.” She said suggestively.
First off I don’t 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
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
still have Ryan kick me from the job because it was still against the policy.
And no piece of ass was worth losing a job.
I tried to think of a reason to politely decline her offer. “I just can’t.” I said finally.
Her face fell, but her hand closed around mine. “It’s okay. I guess we could hang out some other time.”

I nodded, taking my hand out of her grasp and fake coughed so I could use my hand as an excuse to cover my mouth.
This was going to be a long fucking evening.
“Hunt, would you be kind enough to take the trash outside?” My brother, Ryan yelled from the other side of the kitchen.
Disadvantages of 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 I had a fucking excuse to get a pay raise every time.
I walked straight to the kitchen and started pulling Ryan towards the back door.
“What are you doing?”
“Well, didn’t you ask me to take the trash outside?” I asked.
Bobby, the chef laughed and his laugher died when Ryan threw daggers at him. “Ha. Ha. I guess living a poor man’s life has
diminished your sense of humor greatly.”
A snigger was heard somewhere in the corner. 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 get mad you loose.
“Poor and proud. I can still wear a fifty dollar suit and walk into a room full of pompous rich assholes like yourself and own the
fucking show.” I grinned. “Not to forget woo the ladies.”
Ryan chuckled. “Past tense. No lady is going to be wooed by the likes of a man who gets kicked out of college frequently, gets
arrested once a month and looses money faster than a gambler in Las Vegas. Trust me, women don’t flock around the fallen.”
That did 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 hand on my arm.
It was Stella. Her expressions mixed with worry. “Are you upset about what Ryan said?”
I 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
it’s not the time to talk to me right now. Just leave me alone.”
“I know just the way to cheer you up.” She said in a seductive voice.
Before I knew what was going on, Stella took my hand in hers and slid it inside her shirt right up to cup her breasts.

* * *
Blue
I entered the cafe and my nostrils were filled with the aroma of fries and burgers.
I loved Burgers, especially the ones that Hunter made. It consisted of sweet onions, lettuce, a meat patty and the white sauce he
called mayonnaise.
I wondered if I would see Hunter dressed in an apron serving the customers. There weren’t many patrons in the cafe, only a
young couple huddled in the corner laughing and joking about something. Hunter wasn’t in view either and that made me
anxious.
What if he went back home in the duration of fifteen minutes while I walked here? It was possible that he reached home and was
still looking for me. I couldn’t believe who I was seeing at the door.
It was Bob!
Bob from 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 god, I can’t believe it’s Bob. I’m such a huge fan.” I told him.
A kid threw me a look. I ignored the looks and concentrated on Bob. “I loved your movie.” I told him.
“Mom, is this lady crazy?” The kid pointed at me and said to his mother.
I was distracted momentarily which is when I spotted 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 my hands. Hunter stopped speaking as his body stiffened. I couldn’t help
myself and I burst out laughing.
And then I realized something was different. The back of his neck, the feel of his strong shoulders. He turned to face me, my
hands caught in his.
“You’re not Hunter.” I realized, snatching my hands out of his grasp.
“Thank god, I’m not.” He laughed. He had a face similar to Hunters. From the identical 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. Anyone from far would think

this was Hunter, but having a closer look proved otherwise.
While Hunter’s eyes were silver, this boy had blue eyes, the same color as mine only a shade darker.
“I can’t blame you for 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 his hand out towards me. “I’m Ryan. Hunter’s older brother.”
I looked at his hand for what felt like an eternity. A while later, he let his hand fall to his side. He gave me a skeptical look.
“College friend?”
“I’m Hunter’s girlfriend, Blue.” I said proudly. “We live together. I sleep in his bed.”
Ryan’s eyes 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 a bit of an advice?”
“What advice?”
“Hunter doesn’t do girlfriends. He promises different things to different girls. If he wants to get laid with you, maybe he did tell you
that you were his girlfriend but if you do want to save yourself from a little heartbreak and some tissue boxes at your house, then
it would be in your best interest to not take him too seriously.” Ryan said. “Anything that comes from his mouth is a lie. He lies to
his family, gets into trouble, and now he’s led you on.” his eyes flicked to the basket I’d placed on the counter. “What’s in this?”
I didn’t exactly understand what Ryan had said but I knew he was talking bad about Hunter and he was telling me not to trust
him. Before I could stop Ryan, his hand went inside the basket and he pulled out a sandwich. He took a bite. “You honey, can
cook. I can see why Hunter would call you his girlfriend.”
“Is he here?” I asked.
Ryan shrugged, between chewing the sandwich, he said. “He’s...well, he’s a bit busy right now. Why don’t you head home. He’ll
be back to the apartment in a an hour.”
“This packed food is for Hunter. I cooked it for him.” I told him, in case he got the wrong idea and decided to finish it himself. “I’m
not going anywhere until I see him.”
Ryan sighed. “I think that’s not a good idea.”

Then I heard a familiar voice coming from somewhere at the back. I walked towards the door slowly, the sounds getting closer as
I walked further. I turned the knob and opened the door.
It was dark, but my eyes could never betray me. Huddled against the wall was Hunter with another girl. A tall, dark haired
beautiful girl pressed against Hunter and whispering something to him. What shocked me further was how his hand was under
her blouse. She was trailing a kiss down his jawline just like I did to him.
Maybe human boys did this all the time. Maybe it was okay to kiss and be close to one or two girls at one time. Even if it was
alright, it didn’t sit well with me. There was a burning feeling inside me, like my insides were twisting painfully.
I closed my eyes, willing the pain to go away. My lower lip trembled. I couldn’t bare to look anymore, nor could I help when a sob
erupted from my throat. I think they heard me because both of them turned to face me. Lightning flashed in the inky sky, followed
by the sound of thunder.
Hunter’s eyes rested on me, and he stared at me like he couldn’t believe I was here. “Blue?!”
I turned on my heel and stormed through the door and out of the cafe. By the time I stepped out, it was raining heavily. My tears
dissolved under the rain as I jogged away from the cafe. I could hear Hunter call out to me from a distance but I’f already tuned
off his voice. Lightning flashed again.
I didn’t like this feeling. I didn’t like seeing Hunter so close to another girl.
A car rolled by as I walked. “Blue, listen to me, sweetheart. It’s not what you think.”
“Leave me alone, Hunter!” I said.
“Please let me explain. Come inside the car, you’re getting wet.” He pressed, his voice sounded concerned.
“Go away.” I whispered.
“Let me take you home and we’ll sit and talk.”
“I don’t have a home and there’s nothing to talk about!” I yelled at him through the tears.
“Oh, Blue. Don’t say that, baby. Come inside the car.”
I continued to walk, until I realized the car had stopped following me. I’d at least expected Hunter to be more convincing and try
to get me inside his car, but he’d decided I wasn’t worth the trouble.

Where would I go now?
As scary thoughts began popping up in my mind, I felt a pair of arms go around my waist and before I knew it, Hunter was
carrying me to his car. He hauled me into the passenger seat, secured the seat belt and slid behind the wheel. Next, he parked
the car at the side of the road.
The wipers continued to swipe at the rain and I waited for him to talk.
Hunter had a lot of explaining to do.