A/N: Chapter 2! Yay! Don't worry I will have some mermaid magic in here somewhere! Here we go:
Jerome's POV
Did I hear Killjoy right? Fake date?
"What?" I asked.
"We have to fake date. Mara will get jealous for sure. Mick, I don't know. But, I'm happy to help you and Mara." she smiled.
"I don't know…"
"Do you want Mara or not?" she snapped.
I sighed. This might work, we'll just need to be all couple-y. "Alright."
"Awesome. We'll start as soon as you get back from the toilets."
"What?"
"Just follow my lead." she told him and stood up. She signaled to the bathroom and strutted over to Mara and Mick.
I stared after her for second before doing as I was told.
Mara's POV
"That's so sweet." I sighed.
Cleo was telling us that Lewis had flown from America to see her graduate.
"I know." she smiled.
"Hey!"
I turned around to see Joy, a giddy smile spread across her features.
"Hi, Joy." I smiled.
"Joy." Mick nodded.
"Where's Jerome? I'd like to go sightseeing." I asked.
"He went to the bathroom, he'll be right back." she informed.
"Okay."
Just then Jerome came sauntering out of the bathroom and walked over to us. He put his arm around Joy and she smiled up at him, leaning into his embrace.
"Whoa!" Mick held up his hands. "Wait, when did this happen?"
"Um…" Joy thought a moment. "3 months, 2 weeks…"
"4 days." Jerome finished.
"You weren't dating three months ago." Mick accused.
"We were keeping it a secret." Joy explained.
"Oh, well…" I swallowed nervously. "I wanted to go sightseeing, would you like to come with me?"
"Sure." I smiled. "Campbell, you'll have to come too. I have Joy." my smile dropped.
We left awhile after the conversation with me trudging behind. I can't believe Jerome's dating…Joy! Of all people! I thought he liked me. What about all those things he said to me that one time, during my campaign? What about the moments we shared? Why am I asking these questions? I'm with Mick! I shouldn't care what Jerome does and who he dates! But, I can't help feeling jealous.
I frowned and jogged a bit to get closer to them and I heard them talking.
"…and then he jumps out at you." Jerome finished. He took his arm off her shoulders and entwined their fingers.
"That's mean!" Joy giggled.
"You'll have to see it to see how epic it is!" he told her waving his finger in front of her face.
"Maybe you should act it out for me." the brunette suggested.
"No, I think I'll have Alfie do that. It's pretty painful." the blonde smirked.
Joy laughed. "Alright, have you ever pulled a prank so horrible that it put the victim in the hospital?"
"No." Jerome replied after a moment of silence.
"Phew, good." Joy teased.
Jerome laughed and shook his head.
I suddenly felt someone's arm slip around my shoulders. It was warm, muscular, stinky and sweaty. Mick. "Um…" I murmured. I could barely here myself think over the giggling coming from Jerome and Joy. "I have to go to the bathroom." I told them and raced to a nearby café.
I paced in the light purple bathroom. Breathe…breathe…breathe…I chanted in my head.
"Why is this so messed up?" I asked myself running my fingers through my hair. I immediately stopped since it reminded me of Jerome.
"What's messed up?" a voice asked.
I jumped. I nearly jumped out of my skin! A girl with curly blonde hair hopped out of one of the stalls. She walked over to the sinks and washed her hands before turning to me.
"It's a boy isn't it?" she squealed.
She grabbed my wrist and pulled me to the bench against the wall and began drowning me with questions. "What's his name? Is he cute, hot, or sexy? Is he smart or stupid? Does he play sports or is he a business kind of guy? What color are his eyes and hair? What kind of hairstyle does he have? And more importantly: why is it messed up?"
"Um…" I tried to process her questions while she looked at me eagerly. "Jerome. All of the above." I blushed. "Smart. Business. Blue and dirty-blonde. Shaggy, sophisticated, vampire like…? And last…he has a girlfriend and I have a boyfriend." Wow. I never knew how much I like about Jerome! "What's you name?"
"Oh, I'm sorry! Meghan Lender. But, my friends call me Meggie." she replied.
"Mara Jeffray." I smiled.
"Can I see this Jerome?" she questioned me.
"Sure." I shrugged and looked around the corner. I spotted Jerome listening to a street guitarist while Mick and Joy chatted. I pointed him out to her and she looked at him closely.
"Wow, that's some hot stuff! I approve!" she told me. "I envy you Mara."
I looked around the corner again. The shaggy blonde's head bounced slightly to the rhythm of the guitar. He dug his hand into his pocket, took out an old leather wallet, pulling out a couple dollars and tossed it into the man's case. I watched with curiosity and shock. I didn't expect Jerome, of all people, to donate money. The man looked up and smiled, nodding as a way of 'thank you', Jerome returned the smile and strode back to Joy and Mick.
"Look, I have to go." Meggie sighed. "But, I would love to help. If you need help with your relationship or you just want to talk, here's my number."
She handed me a bright purple business, waved and jogged to a yellow car.
I pocketed the number and hurried to my friends.
"There you are!" Mick sighed and lifted his hands in frustration.
"Are you okay?" Joy asked.
"Everything alright?" Jerome chimed in.
"Of course." I assured them.
I realized now that Mick was upset that I had taken so long. But, Jerome and Joy asked me if there was a reason I was gone so long. I shook the thought off and trailed behind them, tuning out Jerome and Joy's smiles and laughs.
Rikki's POV
"So you call her 'Yacker' and she calls you 'Cockroach', 'Weasel', 'Krueger' and 'Slimeball'?" I asked. Patricia and Eddie nodded. "You have a weird relationship."
"We know." Patricia sighed taking a sip of her mango smoothie.
I sipped my smoothie silently as the waitresses bustled around us. Suddenly I felt something hard hit my shoulder along with ice and a cold liquid. I gasped and stood up, ignoring the apologies from the blonde waitress.
"Rikki!" Zane called from behind the counter.
I started counting down in my head until I turned.
8
7
I ran through the crowd.
5
4
3
I stormed into the office and Zane followed me in, slamming the door shut.
2
1
My legs turned into a bright gold-ish orange tail and I fell backwards. I propped my self on my elbows.
He put his back to the door to make sure Sophie or someone else doesn't barge in. I lifted my hand above my tale and slowly made a fist. Steam rose from the scales and seconds later I was back to normal.
"Are you okay?" Zane asked moving from the door and crouching next to me.
"I'm fine." I muttered bitterly.
I looked up to see his eyes boring into mine. His face was so close to mine. I started to lean, getting lost in his presence. When our lips were an inch away I backed up in a flash.
"No." I snapped getting up and storming out of the room.
"Come on, Rikki!" he called after me.
"No, Zane!" I called back and left the café.
Patricia's POV
"What was that about?" I asked the blonde punk next to me watching Rikki run out the door.
I looked over at Zane. He sighed and lifted his hands to his hair, running his fingers through it a couple times while muttering under his breath. He went into the back room and slammed the door shut making some of the photos on the wall and the plants around the café shake.
"I don't know." he murmured in return.
"Hey, where did Rikki go?" Cleo asked walking up to us.
"I don't know, a waitress spilt water on her, she ran into the back room and came out a few minutes later, yelling at Zane." I shrugged.
"Oh, okay." she thanked me and called Bella and they hurried out the door.
"Is it just me, or do they act really weird at the mention or sight of water?" Eddie asked me playing with his straw.
"Yeah, I noticed that, Cleo seemed to get scared when I told her that Rikki got water spilled on her.
"It's probably nothing." Eddie shrugged, but I didn't brush it off completely. It was still swimming around my brain.
A/N: Yep, I have an extra character! She'll only be mentioned a couple times though. Hope you liked this chapter! I'll have the next one up soon, and I'm sorry this one took awhile! R E V I E W ! ! ! ! ! !
-Rachel
