Oh Great, Another High School Fic
By Simsgal
Disclaimer:I do not own Total Drama ;)
Chapter Five- Cody
Cody hated his job so much. He dreaded going there, and as soon as he left he didn't think about it for as long as possible.
None of the boy's friends knew why he even had a job. Cody's parents were loaded. Only a select group knew that, because Cody didn't want everyone to treat him differently because of that (even though they would probably still shove him into the wall and toss his bag around). His friends that did know relentlessly bugged him about it.
Cody quit your job.
Cody, why the hell do you even work?
They would all queery as he just shrugged.
"I don't know. I guess I have a driven work ethic, or something." He would tell them simply. At his house, he adjusts his dark red tie and makes sure his black pants are creased correctly. His hair is still slightly messy, something that never changed about him. His teal toned eyes were bright and chipper, not matching his attitude towards work at all. He actually felt like just staying home and risk getting a pay-cut or fired.
But, as usual, he pasted a smile onto his face- he didn't have many blemishes or acne—and his diastema was revealed to his reflection. He didn't bother getting braces to fix it, because he, and many others believed it added character. Other than his small gap, his other teeth were in order, and shined white due to his parent's many dental obsessions. Tidying up his room a bit, he looked at his smartphone for the time before deciding to head to work at Ignacio Tamal's, a high end Mexican resturant at the towncenter. He puts on his shades before going down stairs, swiping his keys off of the counter. His mother stops him.
"Sweetheart, where are you going?" she calls in a sickly sweet voice. Cody rolls his eyes behind his aviators before stopping.
"Work, mom." He says this everytime. She stands up, towering over him by a good 4 or 5 inches; and pokes and prods at him—adjusting his tie, straightening his black work shirt, and Cody just about loses it when she licks her thumb and runs it over one of his eyebrows. "Mom, mom, okay. I'm fine." She clutches her chest.
"Baby you don't have to work. You can stay home with me." She cooes, a very overprotective glint in her eye. The brunette notices it and and shakes his head quickly.
"N-nah. I'm good mom. Gotta go." He tells her, squriming away and leaving his mom in the foyer. Sighing, the teenage boy climbs into his modest and humble (but new) Audi. He turns the stereo up high, with a radio app playing on his phone through the AUX cord. He releases a deep breath he didn't know he was holding. He hated when his parents, especially his mom, babied him. He was 17 for gods sakes!
And sure, he didn't look it, he was only 5'4 and was slightly childish looking, but he was very mature and wanted his parents to notice that. He knew one day he would get taller, his father was 6'1 and his mother was 5'8. Every day he would check the mirror to see if any inches added on.
None since freshman year, though.
Cody didn't let his boyish appearance get the best of him, and instead bobbed his chin lightly to his music, and then re-adjusting his review mirror at the light. His friends always said how he should get a better car. His parents were stinking rich, and he drove an Audi. He liked it. He didn't want some flashy thing, he preffered more simple and modest things. His car wasn't the type that people Ooh'd and Aah'd at when he pulled up (Unlike Heather Zhan's red Corvette and Dakota Millen's black Jaguar).
And he was fine with that.
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At work, he clocks in and greets fellow coworkers before tying his waiter's apron and grabbing his notepad. He checks his tables for the day and groans discreetly before falsely smiling at his boss. He washes his hands before going to his first table, which has a family of 4. He smiles at them and follows routine, which was handing them coasters and telling them about the specials. The young girl, who is maybe 12, is hiding behind her menu.
"Yes I'll have the grilled pepper chicken, and she will have-"
"Mom I can order for myself." The young girl snaps as Cody just grins.
I know the feeling, kid. He thinks before pressing his pen to the writing pad.
"The miniature steak tacos please." She nervously stutters. Cody smiles at this and takes the two remaining orders. After giving them dessert menus he heads back to the kitchen, smaile vanished, to put in the order. On thw way he runs into his co-worker who is also a good friend.
"Yo, Cody." Dave greets him. A real smile erupts on his face as he does a guy-ish handshake, and also snickers at a smart ass comment someone made behind him about a table they were waiting.
"Dave, my bro. I'm so glad you're here. I need you to take this to the chef while I go cover more ground, I have 3000 tables." Dave sighs and grips the paper with two fingers, he was a germ freak.
"I feel you." Cody's fake smile is back onto his face as he goes to his next table—and he almost chokes.
Heather Zhan.
He regains his composure but barely, as the teen girl doesn't even notice him. She is too busy scanning the menu, biting her lip, and that alone made the brunettes heartbeat increase. Her parents were also scanning the menu, her father was austere and her mother looked jovial yet serious. Heather looked slightly miserable. He remembers what he was even there for.
"Hello, welcome to Ignacio Tamal's, I'm Cody and I will be serving you today. Can I start you off with drinks or appetizers?" he asks, thinking before each word rolls off of his tongue. His father clears his throat.
"I will have a water, and the traditional Tamal's steak, please. Heather, sit up straight." He reprimands her. The asian girl barely improves her posture. Her mother sighs at her daughter but then grins at her waiter.
"I will have a water with lemon, and the jalapeno pepper autumn salad." She smiles sweetly. Cody's eyes are now fully on Heather, as they usually are when she is in the room. He notices how she looks completely bored.
"And for you, ma'am?" he asks, somewhat hoping maybe she'll recognize him. Of course she won't Cody. You're a loser. She's the most popular girl in school. He tells himself.
"I'll take a coke,"
"Heather." Her father scolds her. She subtly rolls her eyes, causing the teal eyed boy to simper.
"Sorry. A diet coke." Her father just glowers. "And the chicken cheese salad, please." She tells him. He writes it all down before nodding and confirimg orders, and then walking away to put the order in. His heart was thumping and he was relieved.
Meanwhile, Heather's parents get up to go select drinks at the bar. She rolls her eyes at this and sits at the table, alone, flipping through the dessert book. When she sees the short boy walk by, something clicks in her head.
He goes to my school.
Her face stays monotone, though. She decides she is through being bored and puts a smile on her face.
"Um, excuse me?"she calls after Cody, who freezes in his tracks and turns around, approaching her booth.
"Yes?" she clears her throat and looks directly into his eyes.
"I was wondering, what's the difference between drizzled and the swirled chocolate?" she asks. He clears his throat.
"W-well, the drizzled his more delicate, I guess, while the swirled is more intense. Both are p-pretty good." He tries to say calmly, but the queen bee's gaze alone was making him so nervous.
"Great." The way it rolls off her tongue makes him shiver subtly. "That's all." She whispers before he walks away. Cody can't believe he actually talked him. Well. It didn't really count, but to the computer geek it really did. Girls rarely talked to him ever. Especially girls as pretty as Heather Zhan. "Thanks, Cody."
"You're welcome." He squeaks out behind his shoulder. Did his pants just get tighter?
Heather grins at his reaction and is no longer bored with the night. Her parents even got her a virgin daquiri, which she claps at gleefully and they shake their heads out how childish their daughter was—but they loved her.
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When Cody is clocking out, all he can think of is Heather. He shakes his head then goes to his car, laughing at a joke one of his co-workers yelled out about some lady's weight. He turns on his phone and checks his messages. Noah sent him some rants about whatever, and Cameron sent him gaming stats from their session that afternoon from Major Warcraft, an online MMORPG he loved. It was only 9, so he had time to get home and get in a couple hours of gaming. Grinning, he gets home as quick as possible. As soon as he walks in the door he slides his keys onto the granite and his mom calls to him.
"Cody! Oh you're home!" she cheers. His father looks away from his computer in the home office.
"Ah, son. How was that job of yours?" Cody shrugs, just wanting to get upstairs.
"Fine. Made some nice tips." He says quickly before dashing upstairs. He immediately ditches the work clothes on his floor, and instead wears sleeping pants and a t-shirt. He logs onto his computer and waits for his friends to see. He turns on his headset and is greeted by numerous friends.
"Codester, finally!" Tyler chants from his home computer.
"Cody, Sam has been kicking our ass, man. Where have you been?" Ezekiel complains.
"Work. Now let's show Sam what we got." Cody's character was decked out in different guns and vests. His ranking was a 30, which was quite high, especially in his group. Sam Worchester went to a rival school and his level was a 31. He was the ultimate gamer and beat Cody every time.
Not today, Sam. I will destroy you and send you crying back to your headquaters.
In the game, there were different time periods ranging from the samurai times with swords to the colonial wars with heavy artillery, and even western saloon fights. The cool part was, is you could keep sheilds, weapons, and protection from each time period, so your cowboy could have a katana (like Cody's character), or your British soldier could have a spear and arrow (like Sam's). Each time period increased in difficulty, and Cody has mastered all except for the Revolutionary War segments. Sam has, and uses it to trash talk Cody.
"Oh hoh, look guys, Mody decided to log on so we can embarrass him again." Sam chants from over his headset. Cody rolls his eyes.
"Oh whatever Sam. We know the only reason your character is decked out from all segments is because you used GameSpark codes. Total hacker- admit it. How else would you have level 40 blue red blue sequence on your samurai sash?" Cody taunts—realizing his mistake but it's too late.
"Guess what, dumb-ecile, it's actually a shogun sash with a violet orange violet sequence from beating the optional and after game boss Timecracker in the premedz track. He only appears for certain hours—but of course your're probably in bed by then, since you have a bed time, loser." Sam chants as his friends ooh. Cody rolls his eyes at his rival's lame attempts.
"Yeah, in bed with your mom." Cody grins as his friends also laugh. Cody was going to have a long night.
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