The Bad Boy And The Mermaid novel 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?”

“Don’t ask for permission, just kiss him.”

My eyes widened. “Really? I can do that?”

“Yes. There’s nothing wrong with that, and I’m pretty sure Hunter wants that too.”

“Hannah, can I have your number so that we can talk sometimes if I needed your help in these matters?”

“Sure.” She rummaged into her bag but 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 in her bag, she asked me. “What do you wanna do next?”

“I like the color of your nails. Can we paint my nails?”

“Sure thing. I know a great saloon in this mall. We are giving you a mani and a pedi and then we’ll do some makeup for your face.” She declared with a mischievous smile. “I’m just dying to see Hunt’s reaction.”

Hannah was too excited for some unknown reason. As decided, we went to the shop called a “beauty saloon”. An hour later, when 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 peach nail color. I stared at it in awe. I had matching beautiful nails like Hannah. I loved it.

I thanked her and tried to hand her 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 in future. I thought that was a good idea.

I wore a 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 final product, I really looked different. I had something called a lipstick on my lips. It was the color pink. I touched my lips.

I looked pretty, right?

Would Hunter like it?

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 part-time work. I was elated with the idea of going back to him.

Just then, Hannah received a call and she excused herself. “It’ll just take a minute.” She said and walked a little farther away from me.

I glanced around myself. People were still staring at me, mostly boys the age of Hunter. I didn’t know why. Maybe I looked really bad.

I saw a little shop with a huge ice-cream cone on it. “Ice-Cream!” I shrieked loud. I think some people turned but I kept walking towards the cone. It was humongous and lit up, shinning like a star. I stared at it in awe and reached my hand towards it. If I could reach it, maybe I could taste it.

“Hey!” The guy inside the shop yelled. “What are you doing?”

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

He laughed, just like others had. “You’re funny.” He looked me up and down and I really didn’t like the way he was looking at me, it was similar to Hunter’s but also different. Hunter’s gaze never made me feel uncomfortable. This man seemed like he had bad intentions.

I backed away. He continued to leer at me. “Are you alone, honey?”

I didn’t answer because I was not his honey and started walking away. I glanced behind me but there was no sign of Hannah. Where was she? It was crowded and I couldn’t see her. I’d strayed away from her because I was dummy and I’d been too mesmerized by the large ice-cream.

Stupid Blue!

“Hannah?” I called out to her but knew there was no use. There was no way she would hear me over the noise in the mall.

I tried walking back towards 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 with Hannah.

My lower lip trembled, and I knew I 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 looked for me but failed to find me?

“Hunter.” I whispered.

The tears had blurred my vision.