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Cadillac's POV

"Why can't I go, dad? I go to parties all the time!" I protested.

"I think you just answered your own question, Cadillac."

"You know, dad, you really did give me the dumbest name ever." I said, rolling my eyes. "But really, why can't I go?"

My dad sighed. "I already told you. You answered that yourself. It's like every night you're out with friends...at a party. It's like you never study or stay in with me or anything."

"Dad, I make all A's in all my classes!" I said. My dad looked at me in his peripheral vision.

"I know, but we never spend time together." He said.

"Just last week we went to the movies together!" I said, it's like my dad just kept making up excuses. "And then we went to Golden Corral together!"

"Alright," he huffed, giving in. "You can go, but back by midnight, promise?"

"I promise, dad." I said as I kissed his cheek. I turned on my heel and made my way to my room.

I don't get why my dad is so strict. Maybe it's because I was adopted. Maybe it's because his wife left him because she didn't want me and had her own kids to take care of (whom of which I've met only once before she moved out, and I was two).

But I'm 19. I can take care of myself, and I go to college, so I'm practically an adult. We're off for Summer break right now, so I have all this free time. I just choose to spend it at parties.

I walk in my room and almost immediately open my closet. I'd have to choose the perfect outfit to impress at this party. I looked through my clothes - most of them were Tumblr-y thrifted clothes, and some were American Eagle and Urban Outfitters.

Finally I settled on a dark green crop top and some black jeans. I took a shower and straightened my hair before slipping into the outfit.

I looked at the time. I had three hours before the party started, so I decided to go to Starbucks.

"Bye, daddy!" I called to my dad in the kitchen. He peeked out the kitchen door, scanning my outfit, like he did before every party, and waved.

"Bye sweetheart!" He smiled. "Remember – midnight!"

I nodded. "Yep... midnight."

I got into my light blue Lamborghini and turned the ignition. Some pop punk songs I didn't know the names to blasted through my speakers. I recognized the artist as The 1975, and smiled.

I drove into the city. My dad and I lived on the outskirts of LA. I drove to the Starbucks closest to my house, which was about twenty minutes away. I jammed to the music and rolled my windows down. I ignored the multiple cat calls I received when I was stopped at a red light. I just held up my middle finger and kept driving.

When I finally made it, I smiled, relieved. My phone vibrated in my back pocket, so I pulled it out and saw it was my boyfriend, Cameron, calling. (A/N: Played by Cam Dallas ofc). I answered it and put it up to my ear. "Hey Cam!" I smiled.

"Hey babe, what's up?" He asked. "You going to the party at Lacey's tonight?"

"Yes, I am! Wanna eat somewhere before we go?" I asked.

"I'm actually already at her house. Hanging out with her, Jack, and Hunter. You can come early if you want." He chuckled at something someone said in the background.