The Princess of the Streets

Ten - Off to the Races

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update. I haven't had much time to write lately. Also sorry that this chapter isn't the greatest. I'm trying to work Chase and Chace up from hating each other which is harder than I thought, lol. Anyway, I'll try to update more regularly. I hope you enjoy, and please feel free to comment. Now on to the story.

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I woke up the next morning a lot earlier than what I wanted to the sound of Cara screaming at my dad. It was the first time I had ever heard her yell, and I had to say I was really impressed. She could have a solid career as a heavy metal screamer.

I pushed myself out of my bed and ran to the stairs. "What were you thinking, Adrien?! Do you even care about your daughter's safety?" Cara shouted.

"Of course I do!" Dad screamed back so ferociously that I jumped. "She does it all the time and she always comes out fine!"

Cara didn't even seem phased by Dad's tone. "Fine? She has a freaking hole in her lip!"

"People pay money to get holes in their lips. It'll be fine! She's had worse."

"She's had worse?! Dear God, Adrien, what are you waiting for? A coma?"

"Would you quit exaggerating? Fuck, are you on you per-"

I decided right then would be the ideal time to jump in before things got really bad.

"Don't even say it!" I shouted from the top of the stairs. "I guarantee you'll regret it."

"Oh good, you're up," Cara said somewhat breathlessly. Her voice sort of squeaked, trying to get it back down to a normal level. "I need to disinfect your lip."

Dad put a hand through his hair. "We'll finish this later," he said dismissively to her. He turned to me. "I'm going to the races. If you want to come, you can meet me there." He threw on his sweatshirt and left, slamming the door behind him.

"What a drama queen," I muttered as I strolled into the kitchen. I felt a tad bit guilty for being responsible for their fight. I probably shouldn't have taken Cara to the club, and I certainly shouldn't have let her see me fight someone. Of course, I had no idea she'd react like this.

She got the first-aid kit and slammed it down on the counter. She put some peroxide on a cotton ball and started dabbing my lip. 

"Be glad you're still pretty with this. It's going to scar."

I groaned. "Great! A forever reminder of Chace Collins. Ouch!" The peroxide burned and bubbled. 

"Don't even. Nobody said you had to fight him."

I pursed my lips together. "I'm gonna go out with Dad. You're kind of cranky right now."

I rushed upstairs before I could hear her response. I changed into a red tank top, black leather jacket, and some jeans. I ran the brush through my hair a few times and called it good.

"Bye, Cara, I love you!" I shouted before going outside to my car. It was chilly out and the sky was gray and cloudy, but it wasn't raining thankfully.

I hopped into my car and took off the racing site outside of the city.

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When I pulled up to the road where the races were happening, I did a lame happy dance. This place was the equivalent to the state fair to me while I was growing up. Cars were all over the place, parked with their owners not far from them. People of every ethnicity were around the place with all sorts of different types of cars. There had to be more than a hundred people there.