"This play is ridiculous!"
Complained Castiel.
"I'll be hearing about this until my deathbed."
Armin snickered.
"Perhaps Alice in Wonderland would've been a better choice..."
Lysander muttered unbotheredly.
It was what you had been listening and taking about ever since the news about the tittle of the play had been delivered.
Little Red Riding Hood.
Whose idea was to make such a play with a class of sophomores?!
It was ridiculous even to you, and that was, being you hardly ever one to complain.
[...]
Your clothes weren't much better either, Rosalya decided to go all out on the shortness of those red shorts and that bothered you, a lot.
As if to make things even WORSE, Castiel was assigned for the hole of Bad Wolf.
You just knew you were going to be obligated to put up with his dirty jokes until weeks after that stupid stageplay.
As if the play hadn't been messy enough, with principal Shermansky's dog stealing the cake, Kentin decided he'd jump when Castiel was supposed to attack you. Just like the wolf does to Little Red Riding Hood.
Confused, you were forced to improvise and go on in limp steps.
Said Kentin he just 'couldn't let Veilmont attack you'... in a stageplay... sure.
[...]
"Well, that stupid hunter really did cut me off just as I was about to 'eat you'."
You heard a joking voice speaking from behind you, you could practically hear the wide, mocking grin on his face.
"Though, I hate being hungry." He.. stepped closer? "So, let's go to somewhere more.. private. So I can devour you." He finished in a mocking, threatening tone, grabbing your wrists.