"No offense, Dallas, but I'm not into moody assholes," I fired at him with a smug smirk.
"Yeah, you're not my type either, Diana," he shot back. "Crazy, uptight chics are kind of a turnoff." I narrowed my eyes at him and growled angrily.
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Sandy, Evie and I stood in a small corner store in Tulsa's shopping area, surrounded by shelves filled with Halloween decorations, masks, and costumes. Greasers and socs strolled around with their friends, browsing the different clothing options and avoiding the other group. I really hoped we didn't run into anyone unwanted. Lately, my patience for drama and just people in general has been running low.
A soft sigh escaped my parted lips as I flipped a page of the Rolling Stone magazine I was currently reading. I had been reading a lot of these because the variety of different articles interested me. The stories ranged from current events to the newest trends and so on. I borrowed all of the magazines from the DX and finished reading each of them, even Cosmo and Vogue.
"Okay," Evie said from behind the curtain of the changing room. Sandy and I both watched from our seats as she pushed the curtains aside and stepped out. "What do you guys think?" She asked as she placed her hands on her hips and struck a pose.
Evie stood in a long, black dress that flowed just above her knees. She wore tall, heeled boots that matched perfectly, and there was a large, pointed hat on top of her head. It was a classic witch costume.
"I love it!" Sandy exclaimed as she jumped to her feet and clapped excitedly. She walked over to Evie and smiled at the costume, a look of approval.
"Diana?" Evie spoke as she glanced over to me.
I sent her a warm smile and nodded. "You look great." Evie sent me a wink as she grinned and walked back into the dressing room to get unchanged.
Sandy walked back over to me and placed an arm around my shoulder, guiding me out of the hallway where the dressing rooms were and into the costume aisles. "Okay, Diana, now it's time to find you a costume!"
I sighed dramatically as I said, "I don't need a costume though. It's just Halloween!"
"But everyone dresses up for Halloween," Sandy exclaimed. "You can't just show up to Lisa McCormack's party dressed in what you're wearing now." Her eyes glanced up and down at my outfit.
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" I asked, slightly offended. "And who the hell is Lisa McComick?"
"It's McCormack." Sandy corrected.
I rolled my eyes and groaned. "Whatever."
"Lisa is a friend of mine from school, and she always hosts a Halloween party at her house, therefore you must show up in a costume," Sandy said in a lecturing tone.
