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 tomake 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 tries to get her to fall in love with them (and tries to get her to do a little something else). This year the seniors are: Niall Horan, Zayn Malik, Liam Payne, Harry Styles, and Louis Tomlinson. And Jenna is the girl they are after.

***Amazing cover created by AnnaB_Styles and CC_chubbycheeks***


22. Being "Badass"


“Hey,” Harry says, poking his head into the doorway. I pause the video on the screen and look up at him from behind the laptop on my legs.

“You are a slow ass dishwasher.”

He smiles, “Just be happy I didn’t make you do it, slave.”

We both chuckle and he sits backwards on the swivel chair in front of his never used desk.

“What are you doing?” he asks, spinning in the chair like a ten year old.

“Watching videos on YouTube,” I say, clicking play.

Harry gets up from the chair and sits next to me on the bed. After about a minute, he closes the laptop in the middle of the video. “Hey! I was watching that!”

“Please,” he laughs. “Would you rather watch videos on YouTube or make out with me?”

I glance at the laptop and back at Harry, “Er, that’s a tough one.”

He smirks, “You jerk face.”

He pushes the computer off my lap and pulls me to him, making our lips meet in the middle.


“Harry! Jenna! Want me to come in and dance again today?”

“Dear Lord, no mom!” Harry yells back.

I hear Anne laugh from the other side of the door, “Well time to wake up!”

I laugh and slowly sit up, only to have Harry grab my hand making me jump.

“Remember when I asked you to ditch school and stay in bed with me all day two days ago?” he asks.

“Uh-huh,” I mumble, stretching my arms and legs under the grey covers.

Harry leans up quickly and wraps his arm around my waist, tugging me down so that my back was flat on the bed and he was over me.

“That offer still stands.”

I giggle underneath him, “Sounds tempting. But unfortunately, my answer is still the same as it was two days ago.”

Harry sighs and leans down closer to me, his curls brushing my forehead, “You’re such a goody-goody.”

“Am not.”

“Are too!”

“Am not!”

“Alright then,” he says smiling evilly. “Prove it.”

I am about to open my mouth to say that I will stay home with him when I realize what he is doing. I close my mouth.

“Nice try, I know what you are trying to do and it’s not going to work.”

He looks at me innocently, “Oh what am I doing?”

I push him off of me and onto his back so that I am now on top of him, “Would it have something to do with using reverse-psychology and tricking me into staying here with you?”

He looks up at me with hurt in his eyes, “How could you think that I, Harry Edward Styles, would ever do that to you?”

“You’re right,” I whisper, leaning in closer to him. “You’re not that smart.”


I giggle and lightly brush my lips with his. We are so close so that we are almost but not fully kissing.

I quickly jump off the bed, “Well, time to go to school!”

I hear him groan as I enter the bathroom.


“Hey Jenna, hey Harry!” Daisy calls to us. We walk up to her locker and I couldn’t help but be appalled at her outfit. She was wearing bright green sweats and a pink tank top, reminding me of a watermelon. Her hair was in a messy bun and where there were usually no glasses resting on her nose due to contacts, there were some today. I looked down at her feet only to see the worst things I could possibly see on her feet; Crocs. It looked like she had woken up this morning and gone straight to school without doing anything.

“Hey Daisy,” I say trying to ignore her clothes. “Are all your clothes in the wash and did your dog pee on your shoes or did you run out of contacts so you couldn’t see what you were pulling out of your closet this morning?”

“Jenna!” Harry looks at me surprised and then breaks out into laughter. I shrug.

Daisy laughs too, “I knew you would say something along those lines. Well, actually I was expecting much worse so I guess that means you are in a good mood today. What did you do to her Harry?”

Harry sighs and squeezes my hand, “Unfortunately, nothing yet.”

Daisy and Harry crack up laughing and I feel my cheeks turn bright pink. After a few more moments of them laughing, I clear my throat. “We were talking about your outfit of the day.”

 “Oh yeah. Well I have a big trig test today and I was up late studying so I didn’t feel like getting all ‘dolled up’ this morning.”

“And you don’t care what other people are going to think when they see you?” I ask.

“No, why would I?”

“Man,” I say, “that’s bravery.”

“Oh shut up,” Daisy laughs. The bell rings and Daisy leaves to go take her test. Harry and I walk hand in hand to my biology class and I stand on my tiptoes to whisper in his ear, “I hate you so much.”

He laughs, “You want to hate me but you just can’t.”

“I know,” I sigh, “you make it so damn hard with your adorable little curls,” I look up at him and frown, “Which are covered by your stupid beanie.”

“What? You don’t like my beanie?” he asks, flashing me puppy-dog eyes.

“I like your hair.”

“Well, I would take off my hat, but I have hat-hair.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“Well, it’s um hat-hair.”

“Oh, I see,” I say sarcastically and stop him in front of my classroom. I turn around and wrap my arms around his neck and lean in. He puts his hands on my waist as our lips meet and we stand there, with people walking by to get to their classrooms eyeing us, for what feels like an hour. When I know it’s time for me to go to class, I slowly creep my hands up and rip the beanie off his head. He pulls away surprised and I run my fingers through his indeed very messy curls.

“Hey!” he says trying to grab his hat back.

“Embrace your hat-hair,” I laugh. I turn and walk slowly into the classroom and throw my stuff down on my desk. Turning back to the door, I notice Harry still standing there, glaring at me. I twirl his hat around my finger and wink at him before he stalks off down the hall, “embracing his hat-hair.”

Giggling to myself, I shove the beanie into my bag as the tardy bell rings. My teacher closes the door and begins to teach, uninterrupted for ten minutes. There is a pound on the door and the teacher opens it to the same campus supervisor who had taken Zayn to the principal yesterday.

“Hello, Amy,” my science teacher says.

“Hello,” Amy says, stepping aside to reveal a student behind her. She pushes him into the classroom and I recognize him because he usually sits right next to me in this class. His name is Joe and I never really talk to him unless it’s to borrow some paper. “I caught this student attempting to ditch your lesson today, Mr. Cox.”

“Ah, thank you Amy.”

Amy nods and leaves the room.

“I believe that’s seven days of detention for you, Joe,” Mr. Cox says. Joe sighs and slumps down into the chair next to me.

What the hell? You get seven days of detention for attempting to ditch a class? I definitely shouldn’t ditch a whole day with Harry then.


“Commence day one of eating without Zayn now,” Liam says when I come up to the lunch table.

“I’m a terrible person,” I sigh.

“No, you are not,” Harry kisses my cheek. “Unless you don’t give me my hat back, then you are a terrible person.”

I laugh and pull the black beanie out of my bag and hand it to him, “Can you not put it on yet though?”

He laughs and pulls it on, “No.”

I put my hand to my chest, “You just murdered my heart.”

“Sorry, Babe,” Harry says laughing. He grabs my face with his hands and pulls me in for a five second kiss. We pull apart and I notice Niall, Liam, Daisy and Jessica glaring at us.

“You guys make me sick,” Jessica states. The rest of the table nods.

“I can’t help that I’m in love,” Harry smiles. I look down smiling as well, feeling the familiar back flips in my stomach.


“So what did you want to talk to me about yesterday?” I ask Jessica, opening my locker.

“I honestly don’t remember.”

I look at her, “So, I landed Zayn a spot in detention for nothing?”

“I’m sorry! But I have something else to tell you. I talked to Niall yesterday.”

My ears perk up, “You did?”

“Yes,” she nods. “And it was amazing. It was so nice to talk to someone who understood, you know?

“That’s who you blew me off for yesterday, isn’t it?” I slam my locker closed.

“Well he found me in the hallway and we talked for almost an hour. I just lost track of time.”

“Thanks, while I was out getting yelled at by a maniac and getting Zayn detention!”

“That’s really getting to you, isn’t it?” Jessica leans up against the wall.

I nod, “Yeah.”

“Just find some way to make it up to him.”

“I’m trying.”

The bell for the end of lunch rings and Jessica tells me she needs to get to class because it’s on the other side of the school.

I walk slowly to my class. I want to think of some way to make it up to Zayn. I know he said he didn’t care that much, but if I keep like this the guilt is going to eat me from the inside out. I am about to walk into my class when I spot the Joe kid who got in trouble earlier today walking down the hall. I watch him, feeling a little bit creepy as he closes his locker and walks into the class next door to mine. I try once again to walk into my class, but I just can’t. Something is stopping me.

I lean up against the wall next to the door, trying to convince myself that this is the right thing to do, even though every fiber in my body is telling me otherwise. My parents would kill me! But, this guilt isn’t any better. Maybe this would make it up to Zain? But would it? This is just stupid.  

The tardy bell rings, causing me to jump. I peel my back off the wall and look at the door one last time. It’s no big deal. I slowly walk away from the classroom, towards the back of the school. My heart pounds as I pass by some kids who are running to their classes. I  open the door and the cool air creates goose bumps on my arms. I turn left and find myself not knowing where else to go. I slide my back against the brick wall and collapse on the ground.

Hopefully one of the campus supervisors will find me soon enough. Hopefully I don’t miss too much of the lesson.

I pull out my phone and start to play Crossy Road. My mind isn’t able to focus fully on the game so I end up just staring at the home screen until a voice yells, “Hey, you!”

It’s Amy.

Is she the only supervisor at this school?

She runs up to me and I can’t help but watch her stomach bounce up and down with every step.

“What are you doing?”

“Playing Crossy Road,” I say, really because I have no idea what else to say.

“Why aren’t you in class?”

“I-I didn’t feel like it.”

Amy shakes her red curls at me, “Show me your I.D. card and schedule please.”

I pull them out of my binder in a matter of seconds and place them in her pale, wrinkly hands.

“Jenna Brown? You are supposed to be in Geometry.”

“Uh-huh,” I mumble as I pull my bag up higher on to my shoulder. She hands me back the I.D. card and schedule and I shove them in my purse.

“Come with me,” she says and I follow her into the hallway. She knocks on my teacher’s door and he opens it up.

“Hello,” he says looking disturbed.

“Sorry to interrupt but, I caught your student trying to ditch class,” Amy explains as I walk into the classroom.

My teacher looks surprised at me, “Jenna?”

I nod and Amy says, “I’ll leave you to it,” before exiting the class.

“I wouldn’t have expected this from you,” my teacher says, opening the top drawer on his desk. I feel my cheeks burn as I know all 30 pairs of eyes on me.

All I can do is shrug.

He sighs as he hands me a pink slip of paper, “One week of lunch detention, Jenna. Starting tomorrow.”

I look down at the slip as I walk to my desk.

I need a parent signature by tomorrow. How will I get that?

“I guess the Slave Auction really does change people,” the girl who sits to the right of me whispers. I don’t know her name.

I roll my eyes at her, “Oh, please.”

Well, mission accomplished, I guess.


I pull away from Harry and lie on my back. I look up at the white, uneven ceiling pattern and think of how I should tell him I got detention. He won’t be able to call me a goody-goody anymore.

“So, guess what?”

“What?” he asks, propping himself up on his elbow to look at me.

“I got detention today.”

He laughs, “For what?”

“Ditching class,” I state, holding my breath.

“Ditch-? When did you ditch class?”

“Sixth period today. I wanted to make it up to Zayn for getting him in trouble so I ditched to get a week of detention with him. You know, so he won’t be alone. I guess I’m not a goody-goody after all,” I say smugly.

I see a hint of annoyance in Harry’s green eyes, “Why would you do that?”

“Wha-what do you mean? You are the one who wanted me to skip class in the first place.”

“Yeah,” he says sitting up. “So you could spend it with me. The point was to skip school so we could hang out, not so you could spend time with my best friend in detention.”

I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t think Harry would get mad at me.

“I did it so I could prove to you that I’m not a-.”

“That you’re not a goody-goody?” he asks angrily. “That wasn’t the point, Jenna. Like you said, that was just a lame attempt of reverse psychology!”

He pulls open the covers and gets in the bed, pulling the sheets around him. He lies on his side so that his back is towards me.

I feel a cold chill go through me. I can’t believe he is mad at me over something so stupid. I want to yell at him and tell him to grow up but a voice inside my head tells me that that won’t make anything better.

“Harry,” I say. “I did it so I wouldn’t feel so guilty about what happened to Zayn. I thought you would have thought it was funny. If I had know you would have gotten upset about this I wouldn’t have done it, you know that.”

I slowly get in the bed too, and I face the wall so that my back is toward Harry. Everything just feels so distant now. In only a matter of seconds, everything has changed.

“Maybe this is a good thing,” I mutter.


“Because now I know that I hate it when you’re mad at me.”

I hear him sigh and feel a ruffle of the sheets beside me. His arm snakes around my waist and his chin rests on my shoulder. His warm breath tickles my neck giving me goose bumps.

“I’m not mad,” his deep voice says.

“Oh, really?” I ask sarcastically.

He chuckles, “I’m just hurt, I guess.”

“What did I do that hurt you?”

“I guess just the fact that you wouldn’t ditch with me, even though I begged you a bunch of times to, and you ditched for Zayn without hesitation.”

“There was a lot of hesitation, trust me,” I hear him chuckle again. “But, Harry I didn’t think about it that way at all. I was too focused on how nervous I was on skipping than thinking about how it would hurt you. I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry for getting mad.”

“Ah, hah! So you admit that you were mad!” I exclaim.

He laughs again and kisses me on the cheek, “Yes, I was a little mad. But I’m not anymore. I’m sorry.”

I nod and turn to face him, “We can ditch tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow is Saturday,” he whispers.

“Oh, well we can ditch Monday.”

He shakes his head, “No, it’s fine babe, you have detention anyway.”

“Even more of a reason to skip.”

“Look at you becoming such a badass after ditching once. Excuse me- after attempting to ditch and getting caught once.”

I shrug and move closer to him, wanting to feel his warmth.

“What can I say; you have that effect on me.”


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