Lost Cause
Chapter 1; Three Questions.
The first three questions are always the same. Then even how the situation continues doesn't have that many variations, I would guess about two or three.
Anyways, the three first questioning are always "did you really think that that was a good idea?", "do you think you are funny?" and "you are so full of yourself you know that right?`".
I always answer them the same way; yes, yes and yes. Yes I thought it was a good idea, I am very funny and yes, if you know that you are awesome then why hide it?
Then comes the facial expressions. First comes shock, then denial, after that anger and then it settles somewhere between pity and anger. I can see exactly what they think from their faces. "Ooh that poor stupid boy who thinks he can do what ever he wants just because he is famous and all the girls are screaming for him and he has cash to blow like nothing. Someone needs to teach him how the real world works."
And what do I say to them? Fuck you, you know nothing. You are nothing compared to me. I have the girls and the fame and the money, you ain't nothing to me. Then they usually leave me the hell alone and I can get back to partying and living my life.
But not this time. Now no matter how much I look down my nose at everyone, tell them to fuck of or just ignore them, they won't leave. I am so fucking tired of these lawyers, social workers and judges who were telling me what to do and not to do. I was only told to be quiet and do as they say. That did not go down with me but all they did was roll their damn eyes like I was a small kid, when I certainly am not. I am sixteen and know exactly what I want to do and damn well will do it.
"Cody are you even listening to me?`" my lawyer, Hans asked me. He was a man in his forties, his face showing that he had had a stressful lifestyle, including not having enough sleep, taking the biggest cup of coffee at Starbucks as possible for breakfast and working 80 hours a week. I didn't even bother answering, I only lifted my gaze from the wooden table on the interviewing room. We were at social service building, having a meeting to discuss about my upcoming court case.
"God dammit Cody the court day is less than a week away and we haven't even started to discussing how you are gonna explain why you thought it was a good idea to steal a car." Hans sighed and tapped the pen in his hand on the table.
"It was a good idea because it was cold and I wanted to go home and didn't have a ride." I answered him with a crooked smile. The lines in his forehead deepened and the pen stopped tapping.
"You do realize that you can't say that on court? The judge and jury will send you straight to juvy without even blinking an eye." Hans said with a tight voice and the tapping started again. I didn't answer.
"Look Cody." he started and leaned forward in his expensive suit that my team of managers helped to pay. I wondered how much Hans actually was paid to do this. Judging from the way he dug his nails in to his palm, he was really battling if it was enough.
"We have to make it look like it was just a stupid drunken mistake. We have to sell you as the sweet boy next door who plays the guitar and sings about crushes."
"I ain't that little boy anymore. And there was more than just alcohol involved. Hey what happened to the girl?" I asked him. He looked confused.
"What girl?"
"The girl I banged in the back of the car. Is she in trouble too? I hope she is, she was such a dirty girl."
"Cody! We don't have time for this! We only have one meeting after this and we need to go over what you are gonna say." Hans said and pressed his lips in a tight line. He looked at the folder in front of him and I knew he was looking if there was anything about the girl.
"Her name was Tessa. I think she was like 25 or something. Great fuck. I think I have her number if you wanna call her sometime." I said leaning closer, lowering my voice in to a whisper.
"You are hopeless you know that?" Hans said and got up. "I'm gonna go for a smoke and let you have some time to think about what you want to do with your life." he said and with one last angry look he excited the room. That was not a surprise, that line was so used. "think about what you want, grow up, be an adult Cody."
I didn't care. I really didn't. There probably was a party somewhere right now so I got up, kicked the chair back so it fell on the floor, took my jacket and left the room. I walked along the pale blue corridor that reminded me of a hospital. On both sides were little offices where social workers worked all day to ruin other peoples life's. The corridor ended and I was in a lobby, in front of me a front desk, a door which lead outside on my right. I saw the receptionist who was a cute girl in his twenties. I chanced my plans on that instant and walked straight to the front desk with confident steps and small smile. When I reached the desk which was the same pale blue plastic as the rest of this stupid place, I leaned on it and smiled at the girl.
"Hello." I greeted her and she turned to me. I saw how her eyes raked me, my face, leather jacket and my white dressing shirt which had three buttons open.
"Hello. How can I help you?" she asked and smiled. I smiled wider and ran a hand through my hair.
"I am actually new on this city and was just wondering where you could get something good to eat, do you happen to know any good restaurants?" I talked and made sure to let my accent show, girls loved it. She seemed to think and turned her body towards me more. I knew that I was doing well.
"Well there's a small Italian place at the 30th street and then there are the more fancy ones at 15th street." she said and smiled.
"Oh I don't know the city at all. I get lost easily." I said and pretested to blush and look down.
"Oh it's fine! I'm the same really." she said and I looked up slowly.
"Really? I am horrible at finding places." I laughed and she laughed with me.
"Oh yes really, I get what you are talking about. " she said and played with her hair. I was half way getting her naked already and we have been talking for two minutes.
"I know this sounds weird but.. I was wondering if you could show me where the restaurants are, I mean I am new here and honestly... This is really odd but you seem like a really great girl." I said and smiled. She blushed and looked down.
"Well my shift ends about now so we could go right now."
Later that night we went back to hers and after fucking her I left when she was asleep. Her apartment was the other side of town of where I lived but I decided to walk. Well in paper I lived in a group home where all they youths lived waiting for court or another home to be sent to. In reality I lived in the same apartment I have lived for a year now. The rent was high but it was worth it. Every time I brought a girl home they fell for the expensive furniture and wooden floors and big windows with a view over the city. After we were done they left, so excited about the fact that they slept with Cody fucking Simpson. Some of them even lost their virginity to me. Not that I care, as long as they left when I told them to. And they always did.
I walked through the city with confident strides. I knew this city, I owned this city, I knew how this city worked and we worked great together. She gave me everything I needed and in return I used what she gave me well. I partied hard, did the girls and but She was always the only one for me and always would be.
I saw a car parked on the street and thought just how easy it would be to break the window and drive home, like I did last time. This time I wasn't drunk or high or horny so I walked past the car. That time wasn't the first I stole a car, it was the first I got caught. I knew that if I had left the car couple blocks from home and fucked the girl at my apartment instead of in the car outside it. But what can I say, she was so down for it that we hardly made it in front of my apartment. Then came the cops and here I am, court date set. Not that I cared, I will charm the jury and judges and they'll just pat my back and tell me to do better next time. That's how it always goes and had always gone. I was not worried. I would behave in court I can be really convincing if I want to.
After all I was the teenager who plays the guitar and sings about crushes. The fame helps too.
I arrived at my apartment, nodded on the door man and walked through the lobby and called for an elevator and rode up. I walked the short corridor to my door and walked in. I threw my keys on the table next to the door and saw a red blinking light on the darkness, the phone signaling that there was a voice message for me. I knew it was from Hans but I listened to it anyway.
"Cody our next meeting will be on Thursday and the court is on Friday at noon so I expect you to show up to both."
Short but pithy I thought and deleted the message. There was one more message and I listened to it too while taking my jacket off.
"Hey it's Tessa. I heard about your court thing and I'm sorry. I was wondering if we could meet at yours tonight? Call me back." I smiled to myself, I knew she would call. They always did, no matter how bad I treated them. And then they would go cry on some good guys shoulder and wonder why life was always so tough on them. It was their fault really, why did they always come running back even thought they knew I was never gonna be their only one and we would never do anything else than fuck and then I would tell them to leave. It was a mystery to me really, why keep hurting yourself over and over again, when you know things are not gonna chance? Girls really were quite something I thought and walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a soda from the fridge. I walked to the living room and flopped on the couch. I turned on my flat screen and watched a show about people working on the airport and fell asleep on the couch.
Author's Notes:
Okay for those who have been reading CCC, this is something completely different. (for those who are wondering what CCC is, it's my other story Chocolate Chip Cookies, go check it out if you want something romantic and fluffy)
Anyways, I've had this idea for a while now and just started writing it and here it is. I know Cody is very OOC at this, but you'll understand why he is the way he is later on so. Well that's if you decide to read on. And if this isn't your kind of fic and you prefer something more conventional and romantic then I'm fine with it, let's stay friends and don't hate me okay?
Anyways huge thanks to all of those who read this and all of those who had followed me during CCC and grown with me and Justin and Cody. You guys mean the world to me and always will.
With love,
#neongiraffe
