The Bad Boy's Mate

Chapter 1

Ever heard of the word feelings?

Well if you haven't, I'd be more than happy to tell you. Feeling is an emotional state or reaction.

You feel happy when someone likes you.

You feel sad when someone dies.

You feel angry when someone punches your face and comes up with a lame excuse like 'my hand slipped, I swear!'

And, you also feel hurt when someone does something awful to you.

Right now, I'm hurt. I'm a human so I of course I'll have these emotions. Sometimes I don't even have emotions but thats not the point here. 

I'm not going to say names or anything, its Pearl, but someone should seriously start watching their back because this girl right here is about to burst soon! I mean, is it that hard to leave an innocent 15 year old girl alone? Yes? No?

I'll take the no.

It's flattering to see someone going out of their way to see me just to crack jokes about my appearance. I mean I know i'm ugly, you don't have to rub it in you piece of shit. Anyway, let me tell you some things about myself since your interested.

Okay first things first, how do I introduce myself....

Well, my name is Emma. I'm 15 years old, about to be 16 in a few days. I can't wait. For my mate, if your wondering. I heard it's going to be magical. With the way people talk about there first encounter with their soulmate, there first kiss, the sparks and crap, I'm pretty excited about this whole mate thingy.

Seriously, who isn't? There's actually a guy out there who will love you for who you are. We don't get that a lot here on Earth so having a soulmate isn't that bad if you come to think of it.

I have long brown hair and crystal blue eyes. I'm British and I'm 5'4 and yes...I'm a shorty. Well too bad for you guys because I'm proud of being a shorty. Take that!

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"Emmy!" A high pitched voice echoed throughout the hall, causing everyone to turn at my direction. Bloody hell. I wanted to slam my head against my locker so badly but instead kept a straight face. It wouldn't take a genius to guess who it was.

I slowly turned around with a tight smile on my face. I didn't want her to think that I wanted to punch her in the face and feed her to sharks because believe me, I do. But I'm just too good of a person to do such a thing to a stranger from the other side. It would be impolite of me so I must Represent the humans with kindness. 

"Hello Pearl." I greeted her. 

Pearl stood tall and confident right in front my face, invading my personal space. I had the urge to step back and take out a bitch spray but held my grounds. I stood shifting uncomfortably on my sneakers as I stared at her. Her short blonde hair just passed her shoulders, not a single strand out of place. Her honey coloured eyes glared at her, making her eyes seem small.

The only good thing about Pearl is that she doesn't wear a large amount of makeup. She just does her eyelashes and lips gloss. But her clothes are a whole different level.

She is currently wearing white booty shorts, short enough for her ass to pop out. She wore a light pink blouse, the first three buttons wide open for her cleavage to be on display. I scrunched up my nose as her perfume mixed with her scent hit me full force. Why is she putting on perfume when she already has a scent? Not that it would cover her shit of a scent. I'm not even joking. Her scent smells like dog shit...

I held my breath and looked behind her shoulder. Two other aliens stood behind her, acting as a body guard for their little princess. 

Pearl giggled, snapping me back to reality. "Would you cut that accent. Like seriously, it's annoying me."