Bunking With Boys

Chapter 15: Locked In

Avery's POV

"Black or blue?" Mona asks raising each dress in the air.

"Why even ask when you're gonna choose the blue anyways." I say not looking up from my phone where I was looking through different makeup looks on Pinterest.

"Good point." She tosses the black dress at me and tells me to try it on.

I nod and walk over to mirror on the door inside Mona and Graces closet.

I pull off my cropped hoodie and leggings and pull on the body con dress.

It was low cut showing a good amount of cleavage. The straps to the dress were thin and created an 'x' on the open back of the dress. The entire dress clung to my curves nicely.

"What do ya think?" I ask Mona as I twirl in her direction.

She doesn't waste a second to give me a once over and tells me to spin one more time but slower. I turn to look at her inquisitive face. It breaks out into a smile and she nods her head.

"You look like a fucking queen!" She shouts while snapping all over the place.

"You can keep the dress if you want."
Mona stands up from her spot on the bed where she was waiting for me to finish choosing an outfit.

"Doesn't fit me right." She shakes her head as if recalling a memory. "I looked more like a garbage bag than anything."

We walk over to her vanity.
"Makeup time!" I shout grabbing a primer in her drawer and starting.
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I arrive back at home with Mona at around 7:00ish. The party would start at 9:00 but we had nothing better to do so figured we'd just head over here.

I walk down the hall but see Victor sitting in front of it with a beer in his hand.

"Hey." He takes a sip of his beer and stays in his spot. What the hell is he doing?

"Are you gonna move or..?" Mona asks Victor, playing with the hem of her dress. The navy blue fabric was tight around her torso but flared out creating a few ruffles at the hips.

Apparently it gave her actual shape which she soon regretted saying as I gave her my speech about how she was perfect. Even if she compared herself to a twig.

"Can't." Victor tells me with an apologetic smile.

"You realize this whole thing is pointless since the party will most likely be on the entire floor since all the other rooms are empty." I have no idea if this was true but it was worth a shot.

His smile falls. "Dammit. Why couldn't you have been oblivious like Bentley?"

"No ones as oblivious as Bentley." I say to him.

"At least tell them I tried so they don't hide the alcohol from me?" He grabs my shoulders and pleads at me.

"Sure." I say knowing parties without alcohol are usually pretty shitty.

"This is why you're my favorite roommate." Victor whispers to me. He grabs the key from his back pocket and opens the door and walks in.

Mona and I follow behind and make our way to the kitchen where I notice all the alcohol is placed.

"Really Victor? You had ONE job." Callum spits out once his eyes see me standing there in a dress, ready for a party.