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Coocoo Waitress / 13

CHAPTER XIII: COOCOO WAITRESS

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Okay. I am going on road trip wearing only a bra, panty, and a t-shirt. I'm with a 16 year old boy who was almost forced to take my virginity away. We are on the road together after we just escaped from a sex corporation for men to rape young innocent girls. The man running the operation is the father of the boy I am escaping with.

I let that seep into my mind as we packed the last of the bags into the navy blue jeep trunk, and I close my eyes to let the cool breeze engulf me hoping it would take me along it's calming journey.

"Are you okay?"

I open my eyes to find Jess' gaze on me and I could feel my face getting hot.

"I uh....I'm great. So where exactly is your 'friends' house?"

He lets out a huge sigh as if I just asked him all the questions about the universe.

"Well she lives far enough to make sure nobody will find us."

Great. She. I don't know why I'm getting so jealous over a girl I haven't even met but I am and it's making me uncomfortable. Why doesn't he have any guy friends? Is he gay? I wouldn't mind but he still looks amazing no matter what. On second thought, me and him aren't even together. Get yourself together Angel!

Realizing the awkward silence I spent mumbling to myself like a lunatic, I quickly ask how long the journey will take since we basically packed enough to last us a months time.

"Probably a few months and I'd say the journey would take about 3 and a half hours."

Dang. That's far. Does she live one state over or something? I mean can he even drive that far because he's only 16...

"Wait a minute. You're only about the age where you should have your learners permit?" I blurt out of my thoughts.

Jess scratches the back of his head and messes up his slightly slept-in but also perfect hair. He didn't have time to get all ready for a long trip ahead, but if I do say so myself, he looks effortlessly ravishing. I find myself staring at the way he parts his chocolatey blondish-brown hair to one side of his face. He looks around nervously, choosing his words carefully.

"Well...I mean I drive well....well I mean not amazing like professional drivers but....you know enough."

I watch him struggle as he mutters on random crap about driving safer than regular drivers, but we're wasting precious time.

I hold my palm out and clear my throat to stop him.

"Look, even if you didn't know how to ride a bike, I still wouldn't care. We need to get as far from this place as possible before your dad catches on."

"O-okay." Why does he stutter so much? He has enough build to make an airplane stop simply with the flex of his muscles.

He says no more as we both get into the front of the jeep. We have a lengthy drive ahead of us and any more conversation would give the poor boy a meltdown.

In spite of being driven for almost 4 hours, I let myself drift off into a well needed nap. I silently pray that I don't snore or do anything to embarrass myself in front of Jess while I sleep.

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We are about 2 hours into the trip when my stomach wakes me up with a very unattractive growl, and I'm pretty sure everyone in Nevada heard.

I must've made an impression on Jess because he has stopped the car over to the side road.

"You sound hungry? Do you want to grab a bite a few miles down? I know of this nice fast food joint that serves breakfast at any time. I've never actually been but if I remember correctly, we should be coming up pretty soon."