Fighting for Love

Chapter 3-All my life

Hey my readers that I wish were there! Wonder how Jasmine knew about Brett being there after all that? And if anyone else is a deep sleeper like that, plz join the club, just comment and say zzzzzz. 

Onward with the story then! and if anyone is confused about some words, go to dictionary.com, I like to use some big words. I use my Vocab book from school for that.

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Jasmine's POV

I know Brett comes in to my room almost every day around 4:30. Don't ask me how I know, I just do. I've never seen him, and he's never talked about it. He missed yesterday, for some unknown reason. Today, he brought a guest. I don't even open my eyes and I just blurt out, surprising them shitless, priceless! "Brett, who the hell is that?"

He leans down next to me and puts his hand on my shoulder. A rush of heat goes off. "Jasmine," he cooes. "Are you awake?"

"No." I immedietly say. "And um, who's your friend here? I don't think he's been here before, I don't think. And Brett, where were you yesterday?" I sit up and talk to them. His eyes go big. 

"Jasmine, this is Mason. Mason. Jasmine."

"Thanks for breaking into my house and watching me sleep." I cross my arms. 

"How the hell did you know?" Brett questions.

"Well, you come into my room around 4:30 almost everyday. You missed yesterday. Are you going to tell me why?" I look him up and down. He so hot in the dark with my window open and the wind coming in....he's just magical, even. Oh, how I want to kiss him. Just lean forward and meet his lips. 

I lean forwards ever so slightly and I see him respond. His pulse quickens but he just speaks instead. Avoidance, HOW DARE HE!

"Actually, this time I'm hear to bring you news." He looks around for a response. "You have super-powers."  

"Ha. Ha. Funny joke. I enjoyed. Really? What are doing here? Thanks for the joke."

"No! I'm being serious." Brett was totally taken aback by this.

"Brett. I love ya, boy, but seriously. I'm now worried."

He tries to hold himself together, but he still squeaks. "I'm telling the fucking truth, JASMINE! Mason her can back me up!"

I totally forgot about Mason. "Yeah dude. We can fly. See?" And he actually starts flying. And moving around. I place a hand on my birthmark. Its starts getting tingly.

"Jasmine," Brett begs. He places a hand on the arm that is across my birthmark. "Have I ever lied to you?" 

"No. But..."

"I'm telling the truth Jasmine. I'm not drunk. I don't drink, you know that. Hell, he's flying and I can, too. Jasmine, you have powers."

"WHAT?!" My pulse quickens. "WHAT THE HELL! How come I never knew? How come you know? What? What types of powers? Just OMG. What the fuck. WHAT THE-tell me everything." I rant.

"Here we go. Sit for the time being. You have super powers. All of them. You are rare. One of a kind. You are the only one in history to have all the powers, but you do. I'm your guardian, a person who watches over you and trains you. Trainers are like school teachers. Powers must be activated by needles injected by your guardian who ages as you age. But once you are ready, we leave. The needles activate your powers, allow access to the city, and give you the basic information I'm kinda telling you now." he pants out as quick as possibly. I fell like I can see the burden being lifted.