My Bad Boy Mate

My Mate

All the italicized are her thoughts.

Except for this part------>We were standing in a city full of destruction on the planet, Jupiter.

"Oh Superman thank you for saving me. Now we can be together and start a family"

"Oh my darling Jasmine, I'd die for you without a second thought, don't ever doubt my love."

"Superman! Don't dare speak of death. Now that your back here in my arms I won't ever let you go."

Superman placed one hand on my cheek and the other around my waist as he leaned in for a kiss.

"Jaaasmine. Oh, Jaasmine."

My eyes began to flutter open at the sound of my (adoptive parent) mother's voice.

I closed my eyes and groaned, "Moom. One more second and I would have kissed Superman."

"Superman? Honey I worry about you sometimes." She joked.

My mom is beautiful. She has curly light brown hair that cascades down to the middle of her back and beautiful grass green eyes that are ringed with golden specks in them. She just has that look that screams loving but mess with her or someone she cares about and she's deadly. Even if she is only 5.4 in height.

I giggled at her statement as I threw my white bed sheets off of me. "Whatever, I'm up now. I'll be downstairs for breakfast in a few minutes."

She giggled and kissed my forehead, "Ok, next time, tell superman your too young for him."

I laughed now sitting at the edge of my bed, "Moom!" I said in an 'I can't believe you just said that' tone.

She was now at the door about to leave my room as she said, "Just saying."

You know how dads are the protective ones for their daughters with guys and stuff? Well that's my mom. Don't get me wrong my dad's like that too, but imagine that protectiveness in both parents.

I felt the plush rug beneath my feet on my way to my bathroom. My room is like any average 17 year old's room with just a little touch of personal items. I have a neon green color on my walls and dresser, with a white rug on the wooden floor. My queen sized bed is also the color white

- I didn't want to have too much neon green.-

On my neon green dresser I have one picture with me and my old family and one picture with me and my new family. Everywhere else in my room is colloged with pictures of me and Alexander, my old family, my new family, and of me when I was younger.

It took me 5 minutes just to choose what to wear and after all of those choices, I decided to wear black skinny jeans and a white tang top with black and white chucks.

I don't put on makeup. My lips are already naturally a pink color and my eyelashes are so dark and thick they bold my eyes and make it look like I have on mascara and eyeliner.

I have raven colored hair with grey-blue eyes and an hourglass figure. I'm a pretty attractive person if I do say so myself. I'm not all that skinny but I'm not that thick either I'm in between.

Once I was done brushing my teeth and doing my usual morning bathroom "business" I went down stairs to have breakfast. That's when I looked at the time.

"Shit I'm going to be late." I murmured under my breath.

"Watch your mouth young lady." My dad said as he came from the corner of the kitchen entrance.