Fallen (The Transformed Prequel) (Chapter Five, page 1 of 6)

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The next day as I was still looking for a guy to use to get to Alexis, but my mind kept going to Tanner Monroe. I couldn't wait to have dinner with him and his brother. I was glad that none of the vampires could see me, because I would never hear the end of it. Vince would be the worst, not that he would be jealous. I knew that he had girls on the side, which was why I had my share of guys on the side too. But Tanner wasn't like the others. I didn't want to use him. I actually wanted to get to know him.

Was this how my sister had felt? I had seen her fall for several humans and it never ended well for her. As a result, I had sworn to myself that I'd never let myself fall for one. I wasn't falling for Tanner, I just wanted to get to know him. What harm could possibly come from a dinner with his kid brother?

As the day wore on and I was no closer to finding someone to work with, I decided to get my nails done. It wasn't because I was trying to impress Tanner. They just needed some work.

"How do you get your nails like this?" asked the manicurist.

"Like what?"

She held my hand up as though I'd never seen it before. "They're perfect. What's your secret?"

"It's probably my diet. I'm careful about what I eat."

"What?" she whispered, leaning close.

"I have a condition that requires me to have a special diet."

She begged with her eyes to know.

I leaned close and whispered, "I have to drink human blood."

"If you don't want to tell me your secret, then don't!" She slammed the clippers onto the tray.

Mortals never really want the truth. She didn't say anything else as she painted my nails. I watched her, amused, and then left her a hefty tip for her trouble.

When I got back to the school, I could see people piling into the gym to watch volleyball practice. They sure loved their volleyball team. I headed around back to the football field. The coach was yelling at the players and I could see Tanner standing off to the side, swinging his helmet back and forth.

The coach blew a whistle and Tanner put the helmet on. I stood back as I watched them play. I wasn't familiar with the sport, but I could tell that Tanner was good and that his teammates were clearly going out of their way to make things difficult on him. I felt like running onto the field and pushing them around, but I knew that wouldn't help his already hurting reputation.

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