By the way, I don't NOT own the H2o material. Just some of the plot belongs to me! Thanks for the reviews! Sorry I didn't upload, I had this HUGE project due…two days of arduous labor and I finally completed it—just an hour ago. Lol, yay! Read on~
Rikki's POV:
Anger coursed through my veins, but I also couldn't rid of the sense of hurt.
If you already hadn't guessed correctly, there stood the frilly, conceited little Miriam and my—ex—boyfriend, Zane. The places his hands were traveling suggested he didn't have a girlfriend, and the blonde witch definitely didn't mind.
I tried to get a better view so I could hear and also see in clarity. It didn't take me long before I safely made my way to the side of the boat, close to the motor.
Miriam smiled and bit her lip, running her own hands along his muscular chest.
"Zane, come on. You desperately need someone who will be there for you at any time. I mean, where is Rikki now? Not with you, as I see it. Probably same as always, with those pests, Cleo and Emma."
I grunted, shaking my head up at her. If only I was on that boat right now without a tail to rock my off balance…she would be knocked out on the floor right now.
For a moment, I stayed silent, trying to pay attention and see if Zane would say anything. I was beginning to wonder if I had lost the sense of hearing because I literally didn't hear him speak. My heart dropped. He wasn't even going to take up for me? Not even for Cleo or Emma?
"I don't know, Miriam. This is just a fling, you know that, right? You promised there were no strings attached," Zane said, slightly aggravated.
"Live a little. Please?" she pouted.
"No, Miriam, this is obviously not going the way I planned. HEY—" Zane waved towards the buff guy leading the boat, but suddenly Miriam slapped his arm.
"What?"
"You listen to me here, Zane," she hissed, "I gave you what you wanted. Now the right thing for you to do is do what I want," she smirked.
Zane stared at her, looking irritated. I always felt that way around her. Her ego would overflow the ocean—no wonder her tiny brain must have been sacrificed so her head could hold it all.
"Fine."
"Thank you, now—"
Zane suddenly whipped out a onyx leather wallet.
"I'll pay you if you keep quiet about this whole thing…and maybe we can meet up. Does that sound like a good deal?" he looked smug.
She glared at him.
"I'm sticking with what I said earlier."
Zane sighed.
"What do you want, then, huh? A kiss? A romantic date on the beach?"
Miriam bit her lip once more and turned to overlook the ocean. Then her lips curved upwards.
"I want to go swim. With you."
"What? It's dark outside, and it's dangerous! Who knows what lurks in the water at night!"
She sneered.
"Since when do you ever worry about that?"
He kept silent for a moment.
"Are you sure this is all that you want? And you will keep quiet about this whole thing?"
"I promise."
I backed up and away from the ladder leading into the water. Was my face red? I'm pretty sure I'm about to explode! If Miriam wasn't here, I wouldn't mind letting out my secret to Zane, just so I could catch him off guard and knock him out cold. Or torture him. Whichever fits my mood later on…
I gagged, and my eyes were burning as I glowered at Miriam, who stripped her clothes off like she was a pro. What was this? Girls Gone Wild? She kept peering over her shoulder at Zane who was hastily ripping his shirt of and leaving his jeans on, but with the ends rolled up.
"Are you done?"
She muttered something under her breath and kicked her glittery, pleated skirt towards the seating arrangement.
In minutes, they had jumped right in. Right off the bat, Miriam complained about how freezing it was, and Zane was rolling his eyes and leaning against the boat.
I smirked, and I quickly conjured up at plan as I ducked beneath the surface and stared at Miriam's skinny, super-tan legs. I decided I would do her a favor—I'll give her warmth.
I placed her hand towards the oblivious idiots and slowly scrunched my fingers towards my palm. In seconds, the water began to heat up, and if I was just a regular human again, I would have been utterly terrified.
The water began to incessantly bubble and the temperature shot up like a rocket into space. I laughed and laughed as I through the blurry mess Miriam's legs kicking like she had gotten shot. She was screaming so loud I could hear her under here!
"OH MY GOSH, ZANE! ZANE, WHAT'S GOING ON!" she shrieked, and her body seemed to had kicked closer to Zane's also shaking body.
"What is this?"
And I snorted I was laughing so hard once I realized there was no Zane—he was already back on the boat.
But I almost choked on my giggle when I saw her face—it wasn't that hard to see. She looked like the Grudge! Priceless! Ebony mascara traveled down her cheeks in trails, and her flaming red lipstick was smudged. And was that an artificial eyelash hanging off her lid? Gross.
"Zane, I demand you to HELP ME!"
She shouted even louder and I continued to make it get even hotter, and luckily it didn't even affect me. I shook my head. Some people just don't know who they are messing with—and how capable those messed with are.
I didn't feel like stopping anytime soon, but even I, Rikki Chadwick, have a conscience. Hesitantly, I slowly let go and the bubble didn't stop that fast. Once I sped back into the clear, open water far away from Miriam, I realized how hot I really did make it.
It was like touching the stove at the highest temperature possible or melted steel and then being tossed into a bathtub full of frozen ice cubes. Not the best feeling in the world, but I managed to speed off back to shore without taking one longing look back at the one boyfriend I thought it would work out with.
Cleo's POV:
My weak arm fell uselessly against the smooth tiles as I dropped the hairdryer and stared up at the ceiling. You know, this is one of those times I wished Rikki was here. I wouldn't have to waste my arm energy on holding up that heavy hairdryer on my stupid tail that was stubborn and didn't want to go away! Hm, I wonder what Rikki is up to right now. I haven't spoken to her in over a week.
Since I had nothing better to do with my time after my tail disappeared, and I headed over the fish tank and smiled at the freshwater fish I had collected over the years. They are all so different and have a variety of personalities. I tapped the green, glossy bottle of fish food into the tank and the fish viciously fought for it. I laughed.
All of a sudden, I saw that one of my favorite fish, a gleaming Boesemani Rainbow, could barely reach the food until it sunk lower. It uselessly flapped a fin that looked damaged. The other fin was much larger in comparison. What the heck?
"Robbie!" I started to panic and was about to grab the little net that helped me catch them, but Robbie was always very clever and it took me a long time to catch him. Even with an injured fin, he could still escape.
So, I decided to put my special abilities to use. I displayed my hand out flatly, then turned it side-to-side as though I was about to turn a doorknob. As I raised my hand higher, the water obeyed my command, and a three-dimensional bubble formed, catching Robbie in the center. I focused and my hand shook a bit. I was terrified I was going to drop him.
I slowly guided the bubble towards my face so I could properly inspect it.
All of a sudden, someone banged on my door and I jumped, my eyes flitting towards the entrance to my room and it all happened in slow motion when I realized Robbie was no longer suspended in thin air.
"Cleo!"
"Leave me alone!"
I grunted, dropping to the floor and cradling the little fishy in my palm.
"It's okay, Robbie. You'll be back in the tank in no time," I cooed, and quickly dropped him back in.
"Let me in, or I'm getting dad!"
Why did she have to act like such a drama queen?
I narrowed avoided the damp carpet and I quickly pulled open my door.
"What, Kim? I'm busy." I was irritated already.
"Doing what?" she smirked, "talking to a boy? I heard you speaking to someone."
I narrowed my eyes.
"I was talking to my fish."
"Yeah, that's one of the most terrible excuses I've ever heard, Robbie!"
"I'm serious!"
"Does Emma and Rikki already know? Seeing by that angry look on your face, I can tell you haven't told them! Oh, this is so good! I'm going to visit Elliot soon, so you better hurry!" Kim taunted.
I groaned.
"What did you want?"
"I wanted to borrow a shirt from you, at least a decent one. You don't have a really great…style."
"Thanks," I said sarcastically, "and no. My clothes are too big on you anyway."
"Not the blouses! I can fit those perfectly. Actually, the floral one is the one I specifically want."
"For what?"
If it was for a semi-special event, I would go ahead and let her take it. But she is notorious for ruining everything I let her borrow. I used to have an adorable jean skirt that was small but still fit me, and I let her wear it out when she had a slightly formal dinner with a boy she liked and some over students. It was an Italian restaurant, and she had boxed up and taken home delicious pasta—let's just say, the ride home my father hit a bump in the road and it went everywhere—forever damaging my beautiful skirt!
"I'm hanging out at the beach with my friends."
"You just need a bathing suit, not a blouse."
She rolled her eyes.
"It's not for me, if you want to know the truth."
I narrowed my eyes.
"Are you serious? No. Don't ask me for anything else, okay?"
"Now that I think about it—why would a guy ever like you? You're so ugl—."
I slammed the door in her face.
At first before I opened the door, I was kind of worried. You can never be too cautious, right?
Well, lately Kim has been getting very suspicious of me. She starting to suspect something's up since I pay her to wash the dishes, and every time I'm near water I flinch and back away. Every now and then, just to annoy me (and I guess, test me), she will flick a few drops of water in my direction. I managed to miss the first few, but the fifth time I got hit right on my knee and I immediately went to the bathroom and deemed myself ill.
My entire family doesn't know I'm a mermaid. It's been over a year since I became one. It's been heavily weighing on my consciousness and my lady wallet, since the price is getting higher for paying Kim to wash the dishes, and I feel guilty. I want to tell my parents, but what would they do? Send me off to a laboratory so they can test me the rest of my life? I would never live normally again. Or they could accept it—but that's almost impossible.
I hate having to avoid water. Since I would at the local water park/aquarium, I have to watch in envy at the children joyously spinning and twirling on the latest amusement park rides while I'm stuck doing nothing most of the time. I can't enjoy them, never again could I ever do it unless I'm ready to face the consequences.
You know, it's like a part of my life will be wasted living in hiding. I could change that, but there is no way I can ever get rid of my tail…unless there is a loophole somewhere.
Maybe one day I will get to be the normal, typical teenager I once was before Emma, Rikki, and I entered Mako Island for the first time. But for right now, I'm going to live in reality and quit thinking about what I don't have the freedom to do…
Maybe one day some things will change.
Arigato for reading this story ;)
