Good Girls Don't Bite

Hey y'all! New story and my first vampire story so wish me luck! If you like my werewolf stories (especially the 'I don't Mate with Jerks' novels) then you'll really enjoy this :) Um, if you like the opening and are interested in reading more, please comment and vote!

~KC Blares

Good Girls Don’t Bite

By KC Blares

 

 

 

It was only supposed to be a harmless night of fun and laughs. That’s all. I was a straight A student with a crazy yet lovable best friend and was planning on ending my senior year as Valedictorian. Never had I thought that celebrating my eighteenth birthday would lead to such a horrific new life.

 

            “Hey! I thought you said we were going to the library!” I snapped, gazing up at the neon lit club, pop music blazing out from the stone building. A group of dark, mysterious boys grinned at us from across the clearing as they whispered quietly and laughed to each other.

            “Come on, Eli! You deserve this,” my best friend, Stevie, pulled desperately on my lace covered arm. That would be the last time I let Stevie buy me clothes and blackmail me into wearing them.

            “No! I have so much work I have to catch up on and we have that stupid History test Monday that I haven’t gotten around to studying yet. There’s too much to be done at home!” I argued, trying to win back my arm.

            “Dude, you’ve been working nonstop for three weeks straight! You need a break, girl,” Stevie grinned wildly while tugging on my arm, but I dug my heels into the ground to anchor me.

            “The twenty minute drive here was a good enough break for me!” I whined, glancing back longingly at my blue, beat up pickup truck.

            “Eli, you have no life.” Stevie stated with a roll of her eyes. “What kind of teenage girl does homework and paperwork for fun?” I narrowed my eyes at my artificial-red-headed friend.

            “It’s not a matter of enjoyment. It’s what’s gotta be done,” I scolded, blowing a strand of curly black hair away from my face. Stevie stared blankly at me the same way she stared at the Math teacher when he was lecturing about the Pythagorean Theory.

            “Sorry, what? I totally just zoned out,” Stevie blinked before breaking into a smirk. “Come on, just half an hour? Please?” I crossed my arms, staring at her pleading face for a moment before feeling my soft heart give up within a second.

            “Fine, but no longer,” I sighed, letting my arms drop. Stevie squealed as she grabbed my wrist excitedly and dragged me into the club before I could even blink. “I really do hate you.” I growled to her, standing close to her in the packed room.