Dylan was going to kill me for sure. I was locked in our room, putting on my costume. He didn't know I had decided to get dressed as Little Red Riding Hood. The costume was something he wouldn't like. A short red and white dress, a few inches over my knees, it wasn't too tight but I knew he wouldn't like it anyways and of course the red long hood. Lennox told me to put on heels, but I went against it. I chose black flats. I didn't want Dylan to have a heart attack or kill everybody at the party who would dare to look at me.
"Come on, Aubree! How long is going to take?" He shouts from outside.
"Hey! I don't work under pressure!" I said and kept doing my makeup. When I was done, I opened the door and my eyes went wide when I saw him. He was shirtless, just wearing a pair of dark jeans. The
