Stupid Capitalism: Chapter 6

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"This.. this is your home?" I stare up at the behemoth of a house in front of me. There are large white pillars bordering his house. It has a salmon color to it mixed with brick on the outside and there's a vast balcony above the garage. The house's windows are perfectly parallel, and I have to snap myself back to reality in order not to get lost in the architecture of castle.

I look back at Cody who at least has the decency to wear a small blush on his face.

"So? What do your parents do to make so much money? Do they kill puppies or something?" I ask.

Cody's eyes lower and they dart around.

"Yeah, something like that. They're defense attornies for insurance companies."

"Ahh, they're making the world a better place for insurance companies. Just what the world needed," I say sarcastically.

Cody chuckles.

"Glad you agree," he says.

Cody opens the car door to let himself out, and I follow suit. While walking to the front door I try to imagine what it must be like to live this rich, to live with two parents instead of one, and to never have to worry about money, or groceries. I bet Cody hasn't had to ration his money once in his life. Ugh, stupid capitalism.

I sigh. Okay. I set the rules in my head for when I get into Cody's house:

1) Don't stare at Cody too long

2) Do NOT imagine yourself with Cody

3) Do NOT say anything stupid.

"So, we can either study in my room or the living room. I don't really care which one," Cody says breaking me from my thoughts.

"Your room is good," I say before I can even think through the actions of actually being in Cody's room. Oh god, I wonder what it's like. I'm going to be in THE Cody Andrews's bedroom.

"Cool," Cody says.

When we enter his house, it's even more beautiful than the outside. In the corner there's a spiral staircase leading to the second floor, the first floor is covered with marble, and the chandelier in the middle of the house glistens to reflect the outside light.

"Okay, I know it's a little bit much, but my parents really like to show off," Cody says. I just nod in return, not daring myself to speak. 

We walk up the stairs, and pictures of his family line the walls. I see Cody, his little brother James, and his two parents within every frame. Eventually we get to Cody's room, and to say I'm not surprised. His room looks like how I would imagine a typical high school boy's room to look like. Cody has a bunch of clothes on the floor, football posters lining his walls, and football trophies on the shelves. I'm sure the magazines coming out from underneath his desk are full of porn, and not football too. The only thing I'm suprised about in the room is on the middle of his desk, there's a framed picture of James and him on a football field holding one finger up. In the picture Cody is probably around ten while James is around eight, and they're wearing the goofiest grins, as if they know a secret no one else would believe. 

"Okay, let's just get started with chem then," I say trying to distract myself.

We open our textbooks, and as I'm going through the problems I notice that either Cody is staring at something behind me or getting the problem correct immediately. After forty five minutes of this charade I say,

"Look, you obviously know what you're doing for the easy-medium problems, it's the harder problems that you zone out in. I don't think you need my help," I say. I can't believe I'm letting a tutoring opportunity slip by me, but I think I'd despise myself if I didn't let Cody know that he's going to be okay when he seemed so worried earlier.

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