GINA
To say that I'm pissed at myself right not is a massive understatement. I'm angry at myself, I'm livid with fury, anger is boiling in my veins and they are all directed at me, because for some reason, I let Lucas convince me to attend Chris' birthday party. Why did I let that happen? What the actual f**k? - I think to myself as I fix on my earrings. There's a frown on my face. I still hate the fact that Lucas still has such a hold on me to ask me to do the worst things and I'll do it. "Ugh," I groan, adjusting my gown. Like, who the f**k cares about Chris? Why do they think I care about him? Why would I want to wish him a happy birthday? Why -?
A knock on the door interrupts me and Lucas' voice comes next. "Gina?" He calls softly. "You in there?"
"Yeah, come in," I call out. The do
