Sinning Love

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Chapter 3

"Why didn't you ask Michelle out somewhere fancy instead of bringing pizza home?" Daniel asked moments after Michelle left.

"It's none of your business," he muttered.

Daniel sighed loudly. "I'm just trying to help you here. Why do you always have to be so defensive?"

"I'm not," he spat, his eyes filled with anger.....

Daniel only rolled his eyes.

"I'm not."

"Okay, let me rephrase my question," Daniel said calmly, "why is the fridge empty and you look like you're counting your pennies?"

Cody rolled his eyes. Daniel was so perceptive sometimes, it just flat out pissed him off. "Because I am."

"Because you're what?"

"Counting my pennies, just like you said."

"Okay, may I ask why? It's not like our parents left you with nothing."

"We have this nice villa in LA, sure, but they didn't leave much cash," Cody admitted, trying to hide the embarrassment by looking away.

"Well, considering we had to pay the school $250 in order for you to be accepted, you can understand why they didn't leave much cash..."

Daniel didn't get to finish his sentence because he was interrupted by Cody's outraged question, "We had to pay?"

"Yes, we."

"Don't tell me you participated. You don't expect me to believe that, do you?"

"They were kind of short of money after buying this villa at the time, the old man asked for help so I sent 50 grand."

Cody's eyes widened. He couldn't believe what he just heard.

"Why would you do that?"

"You do remember I am your brother, right?" Daniel narrowed his eyes at him in mocking anger.

Cody stood up from his chair, shaking his head and clearly not capable of believing Daniel.

"Never mind the fact that we had to pay for you to get in the David Geffen School of Medicine at UCLA," Daniel added. "I believe they still left about 75 grand, half of what belongs to you. What did you do with the money?"

"I bought a car."

"You already had one!"

"I wanted a new one," Cody told him in a childish manner.

"A flashier one is what I should say for the right word."

Cody peeled his eyes away from his brother. How could he read through him like that?

"And let me guess, you used the majority for alcohol and drugs, but you still wouldn't get a job. Not you. Not Cody Davidson." He put emphasis on the last statement. He knew his brother's excuses for everything he didn't believe was worth his time, and for any job period.

"I didn't do drugs."

"Okay, I believe you, but I'm correct about the rest, am I not?"

"Yeah."

"Well, you'll have to find a job. The sooner, the better little bro."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"But...."

"No. I don't want to hear it. I'm not selling this house. Do you understand?"

"I have a say in this too, you know."

"You do. For now, we will rent it. And in 3 years, by the time you finish your schooling, I will pay you for your share of the house."

Cody's shoulders shrugged. "What about the other house?"

"We're living here, for now."

"Right."

"Find your ass a job," Daniel told him in a stern tone. "And don't be picky."

Cody sighed loudly. "Okay, I will."


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