Complication

Chapter Thirty-Three

Gina's POV:

My eyes thrust open right when the car was about to hit me. You would think that I would be used to this by now, right? But without fail, it scares the shit out of me every time. But this dream was different. Instead of just being able to look straight at the headlights coming at me, I was able to move. I was wiping my eyes. Why? Was I crying? Was that why everything is so blurry? There was something else. Right before the truck hit me I got a glimpse of my steering wheel. I was in a car. Something that I was oblivious to all the other nightmares but I saw that it was a Volvo. My Volvo.

Was Lucas right? Am I remembering the car accident? A shiver runs up my spin and I shake it off. No, it can't be, that's not how life works. I forget about it and skip down the two staircases into the kitchen and look at the boxes piled of the counter. Finally it clicks that its Christmas I suddenly remember what Lucas told me that we are doing today.

I run downstairs and burst into his room, finding him passed out on his stomach with his shirt off. The covers are pushed off to the side and his right arm hangs off the side of his bed. I could scare the crap out of him by going under his bed to grab his hand. I know that would scare him because he told me one of his all time fears is when any limb goes off the side of the bed he thinks that a monster will grab it and pull him to the dark worlds of who know what.

But I decide against it because I was in too good of a mood, so instead I get on the bed and start jumping up and down. "It's Christmas!" He rolls over, groaning, keeping his eyes closed. "It's Christmas!" I repeat and continue to jump on his bed.

"Just once" He says tiredly, "Can you not be so energetic."

"Christmas!" I yell again ignoring him.

I didn't expect him to wrap him arms around my legs so that I fall forward "Lucas!" I laugh as I fall off the bed and onto the floor.

"That's what you get." He laughs, helping me up. "Now how 'bout we go open some presents."

"Yes!" I say excitedly. "But listen, I didn't really get you anything..."

"Same here." He laughs. "I'm sure neither of us mind."

"Yeah but you technically did get me something. You're taking me to a polo match."

"That's nothing" He shrugs. "My parents always used to go there and made good friends with the owners. Of course, my parents being billionaires helped them chat it up with the owners." A look of disgust appears on his face.

I scrunch my eyebrows together, "You okay?"

He sighs, "Yeah. I just wish that they actually came to watch their son show just once instead of going to a polo game." He then laughs to himself, "Anyway, I'm not going to ruin the Christmas mood. Let's open presents shall we?"

We opened our presents like five year olds, well, I did anyway. "Okay, we are out of here by one so make sure your ready." Lucas says throwing away the cardboard boxes.

"What exactly does ready mean? Like what's the dress code to these things?" I ask. I'm not one to usually care about what I wear but I know that polo matches are classier shindigs. But the question is, how classy?

"Good question. I don't know." He laughs to himself.

I roll my eyes, "Fine" I mumble. "I'll just google it and hope for the best." I walk up stairs and nearly cry when I see people dressed in dresses for this.

"Ugh" I look at the time on my phone, seeing that I only have a half an hour to get ready. I shuffle through the closet, knowing that I hung a couple dresses up in here when I unpacked. For a second I think about calling my mom and asking her what dress to wear but decide against it. I'm a big girl; I can figure this out. I'm lucky enough that my mom sneaked these into my suitcase otherwise I would be screwed.