Sold
Chapter 9
A/N: Thank you all who reviewed and read chapter eight! I was soo worried that since left the story alone for so long, people would lose interest and stop reading. But thank you for staying with me this long! Ha well, thank you and enjoy Chapter 9 of Sold.
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Cameron's eyes opened slowly as she sat up. She tried to stretch her back and ended up cracking it a little. She yawned and saw that Thirteen was asleep.
Brighter light was streaming through the crack in the metal door. It was earlier in the morning. Cameron guessed they were 2 hours into the car ride. She could never sleep long in a car, especially in the cargo part of a bus.
Cameron swallowed nervously and poked Thirteen with her pointer finger. Thirteen stirred and then shot up.
"What's going on?! Where are we going?!" Thirteen looked around with a panicked face then looked annoyed when nothing was happening. "Why did you wake me up?" She scowled.
"We need to talk." Cameron replied, huffing some air out of her lungs.
Thirteen looked at her. "About what? The fact that I'll hump whatever moves?"
"I never said that."
"You implied it." Thirteen grimaced.
"I'm sorry. I was just, shocked, I guess." Cameron ran a hand through her blonde hair. She really needed a shower, her hair was scraggily and greasy.
Thirteen nodded. "That's fair."
"Look, I'm so confused about all of this, Remy." Cameron said. "I mean, we have been kidnapped, forced to do things, and I don't even think the worst to come has come." Thirteen nodded again. "It's just, right now, when I kiss you, all I can think about are those guns and those men and those slutty outfits and the rope and the tears."
Thirteen looked down and picked at the blanket comforter Zack had thrown at them. "So when we kissed, you thought, terrible things that happened."
Cameron weighed her words. "Yea. I just don't have any instances in which I was happy or comfortable when kissing you."
"What about the most recent time? Weren't you the least bit happy?" Thirteen smirked. Cameron smiled lightly.
"Yea. But Remy, you have to understand that I don't know anything about girls, about kissing them or doing anything. I've been straight all my life." Cameron sighed.
"Been straight?" Thirteen raised one perfectly plucked eyebrow.
Cameron looked a little caught off guard. "I mean, I am. I am straight."
"Okay, but just so we are both sure you're straight, we have to kiss again." Thirteen said. Cameron raised both her eyebrows.
"Remy, I told you, I can't."
"Okay," Thirteen scooted closer to her and put a hand on her knee. "Now." She whispered in the blonde's ear, close enough to touch. "Think of a moment where you were truly happy."
"When I was four, at Christmas." Cameron whispered. Thirteen chucked and moved closer.
"Pick another time, when you were older perhaps." Thirteen put her hands on Cameron's shoulders.
"Okay," Cameron started to whisper lighter, feeling the Thirteen's breath on her ear. "In college, I aced my physics midterm and I went to a party with a couple of my friends."
"Perfect. Now, imagine something for me." Thirteen said as she scooted even closer to Cameron. "You meet this girl at the party. This girl likes you, not in the friend way. You have a couple of drinks and she manages to get you to go upstairs with her. What do you do when she," Thirteen started moving her right hand from the blonde's shoulder, to her hip. "Started touching your waist, and hips." Now she had both her hands on the girl's hips. Cameron squirmed a little but didn't move Thirteen's hands. "Then, she slowly, starts, to kiss, your neck." Thirteen started to lay small kisses on Cameron's neck, making the blonde's breathing hitch.
"Thirteen," Cameron lifted her hands to Thirteen's shoulder's and tried to push her away but Thirteen pushed harder into her. Soon Thirteen's kisses became something Cameron couldn't push away but more like something she had to get more of.
When Thirteen's lips lingered from her neck to her cheek, Cameron got a little nervous because she didn't want to feel the terrible things when Thirteen's lips touched hers. So she kept the memory of the happiness of that party and that night in her mind. She let herself feel the freeness.
"Then," Thirteen said, "What do you do when this young girl, starts to," She placed her lips on Cameron's softly. "kiss you, and move her hands down south." Thirteen's hand managed to slip under Cameron's sweatpants and underwear. Cameron's breath choked and she squirmed and tried to move away, this was beginning to be too much.
"Thirteen, I can't." Cameron mumbled.
Thirteen pulled her hand out of Cameron's sweatpants and chuckled. "I'm surprised you let me get that far."
Cameron chuckled a little uncomfortably and grabbed Thirteen's hand.
"It's just a human thing." Thirteen whispered.
"What?" Cameron asked.
"Sex." Thirteen smiled. "Humans need and want it."
"I don't want this to just be a need thing." Cameron said. "I want to do this, because of emotion and attraction."
Thirteen raised an eyebrow and smiled. "So, what are you trying to say?"
Cameron kissed Thirteen lightly on the lips. "I'm trying to say that kissing you doesn't suck that much." Cameron chuckled.
Thirteen laughed. "Well I'm glad that I'm not that much of a nuisance."
Cameron smiled. "No, not at all."
Thirteen lay back down and this time invited Cameron to join her on her side. Cameron scooted over to Thirteen with her pillow.
"How much longer do you think we have on this bus?" Thirteen asked as she tried to fluff her pillow.
"Hours. Let's just try to sleep." Cameron said as her head hit the pillow.
"Can you face me?" Thirteen asked quietly. Cameron looked over her shoulder and smiled. She turned on her side to face Thirteen.
"Better?" Cameron asked with a smile. The brunette pushed a piece of stray blonde hair from Cameron's eyes.
"Much."
"Sleep." Cameron said as she closed her eyes.
"I kind of don't want to." Thirteen said.
"Why?" Cameron asked as she opened just her left eye.
"It will make this bus ride go by faster." Thirteen said. "It's safe in here, and I like it." She tried to smile. "I don't want to go out to that stupid party."
"We're not going to be able to talk to each other when we go to that party." Cameron said.
"I know." Thirteen mumbled. "What do you think they're going to make us wear?" She asked uninterestedly.
Cameron thought for a moment. "I'm betting on feathers…"
I know this one is short but I wanted to update and have a chapter of just the bus ride. Next chapter will be up soon. Please please please review!!! Thanks!
