Slave Auction

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Summary: Jenna Brown is entering her freshman year in high school. This high school however, has an annual tradition called the Slave Auction- where seniors bid on freshmen to make them do whatever they want for a whole week. Every year, a group of the hottest guys in school bid against each other on the hottest freshman girl, and try to get her to fall in love with them. This year the seniors are: Niall Horan, Zayn Malik, Liam Payne, Harry Styles, and Louis Tomlinson- and Jenna is the girl they are after.

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10. A Day With Zayn (#TeamZaynna)


I wake up a little bit confused at where I am. And then I remember I am at Liam Payne’s house and I jump up excitedly. And then I remember about his possible girlfriend and I slump back down. And then get back up when I realize I have school. I get ready quickly and walk into the kitchen seeing Liam already at the table.

“Hey, I made toast,” he says as he finishes some last minute homework.

“Thanks,” I say as I sit next to him.

We eat our breakfasts in silence and when we finish he packs up. “Come on, let’s go, we will be late.”

We drive to school and he blasts music again. “I’m Glad You Came” by The Wanted comes on and Liam changes it.

“You don’t like that song?” I ask him.

“I like the song, I just don’t like them.”


“Zayn hates them and the hatred rubbed off on me,” he explains lowering the volume.

“Well, why does he hate them?”

“I don’t know, why don’t you ask him today when you hang out with him?” He starts to crack up. “Just kidding don’t ask him. He will go off on a rampage that doesn’t make any sense. It’s hilarious though.” He continues to laugh and his laugh is contagious so I laugh too. “I guess Zayn just doesn’t like that kind of poppy, boy-bandy music.”

We arrive at school and get out of the car.

“Thanks for the ride,” I say.

“Don’t mention it,” Liam smiles. “Oh by the way, you are going home with Zayn so meet him at spot B12 when school ends.”

I nod, “How will I get back to your place?”

“Around seven I will pick you up.”

“Gotcha, okay.”

We walk towards the school together and once we step on campus we part. I find Jessica and Daisy at my locker.

“Hey, so how was night one of you two being roomies?” I ask forgetting about their fight.

Daisy rolls her eyes and Jessica sighs, “I’m sorry! But I really like him! Why can’t you be happy for me?”

“Be happy for you?” Daisy scoffs. “It’s my brother I caught you making out with on my couch! I can’t get over that. And now since you guys are dating you will come over to my house to be with him, not me. I don’t think I can deal with it.”

“Then we won’t hang out at your house-.”

“You don’t get my point, do you?” Daisy laughs and walks away.

“Well, bye to you too!” I call after her. “What the heck happened?”

“She wouldn’t talk to me all night. And in the car this morning I tried to not be all lovey-dovey with Louis but he kept grabbing my hand and I think that just made her angrier.”

I sigh and the bell rings. I tell Jessica that she needs to make things better between her and Daisy fast because I do not want to be in the middle of this. We say bye and go to first period.


The lunch bell rings and I regretfully walk to our table. On one side of the table is Zayn, Louis, and Jessica, and on the other side is Daisy, Liam, Niall, and Harry.

Whoa. Since when did this start happening?

I have no choice but to sit next to Zayn and across from Daisy.

“God, Louis having a girlfriend makes him such a snooze. All he does is talk to her,” Harry is saying. He sees me sit down and adds, “Maybe I should get a girlfriend.” He winks.

“Hello to you too Harry,” I say.

“Hey it’s Jenna!” Zayn says. “Liam told you my parking spot, right?”

“Yup, he did.”

“Good.” He takes a bite of his mac & cheese. I shudder. Cafeteria food is nasty.

“So how was your night at Liam’s? Anything fun happen?” Harry winks.

“Yes actually,” I respond. “We played videogames.”

“You like videogames?” Niall asks.

“I do. Why?”

“Nothing, just usually girls don’t,” Niall shrugs.

“Jenna is pretty good at them,” Liam laughs.

“That’s a joke, right?” I ask. “I suck.”

“You killed me a few times in Black-Ops.”

“Yeah well actually that isn’t saying much, since Liam isn’t the best gamer out there,” Zayn starts.

“Hey!” Liam yells.

“Sorry mate, but it’s true. When you come over today we will play and then you can really put your skills to the test.”

“It’s not going to be very impressive because, again, I suck.”

“What exactly is it do you suck?” Harry asks.

We ignore him.

Niall chimes in, “And when you come to my house tomorrow, you, Kelsey, and I can battle.”

I laugh, “I guess I am going to be playing a lot of video games this week.”

“On Saturday we won’t have time to play video games,” Harry says.

“Why is that?” I question.

He lowers his voice and smirks, “We will be too busy doing other, more fun things.”

I roll my eyes. “Right, sure Harry.”

“Wait, why are you going to all of their houses this week?” Daisy asks.

“Because my master wants me to,” I say, nodding in Liam’s direction.

He laughs, “Because I feel bad that I outbid them.”

Daisy rolls her eyes, “Hey, you guys aren’t going to be sitting with us everyday right? This is a one-time thing?” I see her glance at her brother and her best friend snuggling at the end of the table.

“Why are you so mean to us Daisy? We have known you since you were so little, running around naked in diapers,” Harry says. All the boys laugh at the memory.

“That’s exactly why I hate you.”


The final bell rings and I walk to parking lot B. I count 12 spots and can’t believe my eyes at what is parked there. A big, black motorcycle with flames painted on the sides. I should have seen this coming.

“Have you ever ridden one before?” Zayn asks me from behind, startling me.

“No, actually, I haven’t.”

“Oh, well that’s okay, you can just hold on to me,” he smiles and hands me a red helmet. “I brought this for you.”

“Thank you,” I smile. “I would hate for me to fall off and crack my head open. That wouldn’t be attractive.”

Zayn laughs, “Just hold on to me and you won’t fall off,” he pulls on his leather jacket.

“So tell me do motorcyclists have to wear leather jackets while riding one?” I ask as he slides his leg over the bike.

“No, but it adds a layer of protection.”He pauses. “Plus, it looks cooler.”

I nod, “That’s what I thought.”

I kick one leg over the bike and wrap my arms around Zayn’s waist. It felt weird but good at the same time.

“You nervous?” Zayn asks me.

“A little bit,” I admit.

“Awesome.” He revs the engine a couple times and we reverse out of the parking spot. He drives for about 15 minutes and we finally pull up to a driveway.

“Are you okay? I could feel your heart pounding really fast the whole way,” he asks concerned, pulling off his silver helmet.

“Oh, yup I am all good,” I laugh. Wow, that’s embarrassing.

He laughs and I follow him into his house. Compared to Liam’s it was a huge house. Two story but no porch. The inside was polished and clean. There was a big wooden stair case as you walked in. I followed him to the right, into the kitchen and dining area.

“Jenna, this is my mom, mom this is my friend Jenna,” Zayn introduces us.

 A really pretty lady with dark hair shakes my hand, “Nice to meet you, I’m Patricia.”

“Nice to meet you too,” I smile.

“So what are you two up to?” she asks.

Zayn shrugs, “Nothing mum, just hanging, playing video games.”

“Okay well have fun! But keep it PG please. I don’t want one of your sisters coming home to that,” she laughs.

“Mum!” Zayn yells.

“Oh did I embarrass you in front of your lady friend?”

“No not at all,” Zayn says sarcastically. “C’mon,” he says grabbing my wrist and tugging me out of the room.

“It was nice to meet you,” I call laughing.

“You too dear!” she calls back.

Zayn shoves me into his room and slams the door shut as I keep laughing and sit on his bed.

“It’s not funny!” Zayn yells at me. I keep laughing.

He sits down next to me and I sigh, “Oh that was good.”

“Well, now that you have met my mom, time for some Black-Ops,” he rubs his hands together.

Two hours later, we near the end of our final match and he beat me pretty badly.

He says, “I thought you were supposed to be good at this?”

“Literally told you many times I’m awful at videogames. Besides, I thought you were supposed to be great at this? I got a few kills in there.”

“Only cause I let you cause I felt bad.”

I scoff, “Right, sure, Zayn.”

“Shut up, it’s true!” he exclaims, tackling me on the bed. He pummels me with a pillow. I shove it back at him.

“You just started a war,” he states. “Jenna? Would you consider yourself a ticklish person?”

My eyes widen. “No…”

Next thing I know he is tickling my sides. My legs start to kick involuntarily as I try to push him away to make the horrible tickle sensation go away. He finally stops and I sit there panting until I catch my breath.

“You jerk!” I laugh.

He shrugs. It gets quiet and Zayn and I look at each other. And then, next thing I realize he leaning forward, about to kiss me. I quickly lean back and he looks at me sadly.

“I am sorry,” I say looking down. “But, I can’t.”

He nods slowly, “I understand. I know you have feelings for Liam.”


“Don’t deny it,” he smiles. “I can tell by the way you look at him.”

Uh-oh. “Does Liam know?”

“Of course not,” he shakes his head. “If someone likes you, you can never tell and everybody else can.”

“That’s true isn’t it?” I ask laughing.

“Yes. Like how you probably don’t know that I like you a lot. And same with Harry.”

I try to process this information. “But Harry just wants me because I’m the ‘Last Girl.’” I say, using my hands as air quotes.

“Maybe,” he nods. “But, he also has developed some feelings for you. And they won’t go away until he gets you.”

I sigh, “Great.”

“I’m sorry I tried to kiss you. It was out of line.”

“No, I am sorry I moved away.”

“You don’t have to apologize to me. I understand. You aren’t the first girl I have been rejected by.”

“Who else has?” I ask intrigued.

“Too many to say,” he smiles.

I grab his arm and look at his watch. “It’s only 5:30. We’ve got plenty of time.”

He sighs and begins to talk: about his past rejections, girlfriends, his first kiss. We would sometimes go on tangents as well. It was fun and funny and the next hours went by in a flash. At seven I get a text from Liam saying he is here to pick me up.

Zayn walks me to the door.

“Thanks Zayn, I had a lot of fun,” I smile and hug him.

He wraps his arms around my neck, “Me too, we should do this again.”

“We should,” I say, and I stand up on my tip-toes and kiss him softly on the cheek. “Bye.”

I turn and walk out the door as I hear him say behind me, “Bye, Jenna.”


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