Derek looked at Damien. "I have one of the keys. One of the cars can fit all of us guys in there." He said smiling at her while handing her the keys to the car. "I think they'll be sick in the morning. But it's a good thing we don't have class tomorrow. It's Sunday, but all of the religious students wake up super early to go to their church classes, and shit. So they usually wake me up every time." Derek said giving a small shrug. Suddenly a yank on his arm pulled him away from the three's conversation. It was Cadence. "Caden-"
A loud, hard smack across his face made his cheek sting. He pulled away looking down at her confused and rested his fingertips on the hand mark on his cheek. "Why haven't you noticed me?!" Cadence screamed loudly. Everyone looked over at them. "I have done nothing but try and get your attention Derek! I am beautiful, sexy, funny, all of the guys want me, a-and I-"
"Cadence, let's not talk about this right now." Derek said quietly, not liking the crowd to look at him. He was still tipsy so he didn't have much of a balance. He leaned on a chair next to the porch steps. "Please I can talk another time-" Suddenly Cadence pushed him off of the porch, watching him fall off and onto the cement, having him hit his head on the floor. Everyone gasped watching. Harry quickly ran over to him along with the other group. Derek looked up at her with blood running down his temple.
"All you think about is yourself, and your dumb self!" Cadence said obviously drunk. "You don't care to even look at me! Derek Wilton, you will never ever be like your father or impress your father. He hates you and you know it! He will never have a good son and you'll ruin his fucking reputation." She screamed as some other girls took her away.