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.

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21. More and More Drama

©Rileyes

“Sorry about this morning,” Harry says as he entwines our fingers.

“Don’t be sorry! It was hilarious,” I laugh, recalling how Harry’s mom had barged into the room at 6:30 this morning, blasting some upbeat hip-hop music. She sang along with the lyrics, screaming at the top of her lungs and jumping around the room.

“It was embarrassing,” Harry whines. “I swear, I don’t know why she gets the urge to do stuff like this sometimes.”

I laugh again and squeeze his hand, “Sorry, baby Harry.”

Harry turns his head to look at me and I feel my stomach do a back flip as I get lost in his emerald eyes. He smirks a little and then breaks the eye contact.

“Remember how you said that you didn’t know if Jessica was mad at you or not last night?” he asks me.

“Yeah, why?”

He points to the red haired girl with his free hand, “Here’s your chance to find out.”

I watch as Jessica puts her books in her locker. My stomach does another back flip and for the first time, I am nervous to talk to my best friend.

Harry can sense my hesitation, “Don’t be scared, just talk to her.”

I nod and he kisses me on the cheek. Separating our hands, he walks down the crowded hallway and into the courtyard.

I take a deep breath and walk up to her. I plaster a big smile on my face, “Hey.”

She looks at me for a short period of time, slams her locker and gives me a cold, “Hey.”

I sigh, “Are you mad at me?”

“Not at all,” she says sarcastically, turning to walk towards the exit.

“Jessica, please,” I say, running to her side. “Please understand that I didn’t do anything. I tried to get away but he-.”

“You could have told me,” she says stopping, causing people behind us to have to walk around.

“What?”

“You could have told me what had happened, instead of letting me continue to date a complete asshole,” Jessica crosses her arms.

“I know. But you know you still would have found a way to be mad at me even if I had told you earlier,” I point out.

“Well, yeah. But it would have been harder to stay mad. You could have saved me for making the stupidest mistake of my life!” her bag slides off her shoulder and lands around her forearm. Tears spring to her eyes and her bangs fall messily in front of her left eye.

I can’t help but feel terrible. Standing here in the now almost deserted hallway, she looked so vulnerable and destroyed. I wrapped my arms around her neck and pulled her into a hug.

“I’m sorry,” I say, feeling some of her tears fall onto my shirt. “Can you forgive me?”

“I guess.”

I pull away from her, “Do you want to eat lunch in the library today?”

“Hell no.”

I laugh, “You sure?”

“Yeah, I mean Louis wasn’t there at lunch yesterday so maybe he won’t be there today.”

“Just don’t think about it anymore. Louis is a jerk who doesn’t deserve you.”

Jessica smiles, “It’ll be hard but, thanks Jenna.”

***

“Hey guys,” I say, sitting next to Harry and Jessica.

I look around at the table and realize that, yet again, not everyone is here.

“Where are Niall and Louis?”

Jessica glares at me when I say Louis’ name and I give her an apologetic look.

“I don’t know, actually,” Liam says from across the table. “I haven’t seen Louis the past two days.”

“Neither have I,” I hear Zayn’s deep voice say, causing me to look at him. For the first time since it happened, I allow myself to think back when Zayn had kissed me: how he had pulled me into a classroom and how his lips felt against mine. The whole thing was bad, but it was intriguing at the same time. I think it’s the whole “forbidden lust” thing. Whatever it was, it caused my gymnast of a stomach to do another one of its gold medal winning back flips. I loved it.

I think my gaze at Zayn lasts a little too long because he starts to smirk. The feeling of Harry’s arm being draped over my shoulders pulls me back into reality.

Another back flip.

I’m annoying. Or hormonal. But still annoying.

Not knowing where else to look, my eyes fall on Liam. Cute, kind Liam who is watching Harry while peacefully chewing on a carrot stick. Liam catches my gaze and then we both awkwardly look down at the food on the table.

Another back flip.

God damn, what is wrong with me!? How can I possibly have feelings for three guys at once? Maybe what everyone is saying is true; maybe I am a slut.

Liam looks up from the table and his eyes pause on something behind me, “Guys, what the hell?”

Daisy, sitting next to him, follows his gaze, “Louis?”

Jessica, Harry, and I all turn around. I see instantly what caught Liam’s attention.

Louis had just entered the cafeteria, his stride laidback, like he had no care in the world. His right arm was over the shoulders of a curly blonde haired girl. The same girl who I had walked in on making out with Niall; Kelsey.

 “W-why is his arm around her?” Jessica stutters.

“My brother is a man-whore,” Daisy says in shock.

“Maybe,” Harry starts, turning back around, “it’s a good thing Niall isn’t here right now.”

***

I walk down the hallway towards my locker. I left lunch early so I could get to my fifth period class before the bell rings so I can have more time to study for my English test. I haven’t been getting as much studying done as I should be at Harry’s. Oops.

I told Harry to stay and finish eating. I didn’t mind walking alone. I actually liked it. It gave me time to think and get my head straight for the ten minutes in between classes, especially since my life has been a non-stop soap opera since the Slave Auction.

I walk past the boys’ bathroom right as it bursts open and a light haired boy comes running out before I could even stop thinking. He knocks into me and my binder crashes to the floor.

“Hey!” I say and look up at him. I only then realize that it was Niall. “Niall?”

His eyes and cheeks were red. The same feeling I had had when Jessica was crying this morning washes over. I instantly knew what was wrong. “What happened with Kelsey?”

“How did you know this was about Kelsey?” he asks, whipping his nose on his sleeve.

I pick up my binder and bite my lip.

“Oh God, they made it public, didn’t they? What, did you see them walking around holding hands?” he asks a bit angrily.

“Not… Exactly.”

Niall rolls his eyes and collapses on the bench across from the bathroom.

“What happened?” I ask, sitting on the cool metal beside him.

“After school yesterday, I was walking home and saw them kissing in the parking lot. I couldn’t believe it. She tried to talk to me but I wouldn’t let her. She said she was sorry and that it didn’t mean anything. She sent me texts all night long and I was starting to believe her,” Niall pauses to wipe his nose again and then he breaks out into a sarcastic smile. “What a load of shit, right? It obviously meant nothing, right, because that’s why she would go and be with him today at lunch.”

“Niall,” I try to comfort him but he interrupts.

“She told me she was sick yesterday! I was just straight up lied to! And I thought Louis was my best friend, I don’t know why he would do this to me. I think that’s what hurts the most.”

I feel a pang of guilt when I realize this must be how Jessica felt when she found out Louis kissed me. We are best friends and I didn’t tell her.

“Niall,” I try again, wrapping my arm around him. My words echo off the bare walls and the tiled floor, “She obviously isn’t worth your time. I mean seriously, telling you she’s sick and then kissing your best friend in the school parking lot in front of everyone? Who does that? It’s stupid and shallow and a person like that isn’t worth your time.”

“I’ve just,” Niall breathes deeply, “I’ve just never had a real girlfriend before. And it just felt real around her, you know? And everyone knew we were dating and now they probably all know she’s seeing Louis. It’s just embarrassing having the whole school know you’re a joke.”

“You are definitely not a joke, Niall,” I lean towards him a little bit to try to get him to look at me. “What you need is someone to get your mind off this. Maybe if you went out on another date or found another girl you wouldn’t care so much about her and Louis.”

“Well, yeah I guess. But who?” Niall’s gorgeous blue eyes burn into mine sadly.

An idea pops into my head, “Jessica!”

“Jessica?”

“Yeah! You like her right?” I ask, hoping this will work.

“Well, as a friend.”

“Oh come on, she’s gorgeous! And she’s really nice, and funny, and sweet,” I try to convince him but he still looks skeptical. I put my hand on his knee and lower my voice, “And she’s going through the exact same thing you are right now. It hasn’t been easy on her either.”

“I don’t know,” Niall looks down and I move my hand away. “I don’t have those kinds of feelings for her. And there is someone else who I have liked for too long of a time now.”

I nod, “Then just talk to her just to talk. Vent with someone who understands. And maybe, Jessica can help you get the girl you like. Because if you have liked this girl for a really long time, it’s time you should do something about it.”

“Okay,” he looks up at me. “But, I’m scared.”

I laugh, “Don’t be. The worst thing she can do is say no. Just talk to Jessica, she needs it.”

He sighs, “Okay, thanks Jenna.”

He wraps his arms around my neck and pulls me close for a hug.

“No problem,” I say patting his back. I pull away, “I really have to go, though. I have a test I need to study for.”

Niall laughs, “Okay.”

I stand up and walk to exit the hall as the bell signaling the end of lunch rings. “Remember what I told you, Niall.”

I turn around to look at him and he nods and smiles.

He is so adorable.

***

“Where are you?” I ask Jessica into my phone.

“Just wait there, I will be there in a few minutes.”

“Okay, hurry. I can’t leave Harry waiting,” I say and then take the phone away from my ear. I click the “end” button and then text Harry, “I will be a little late in meeting you at your car. Jessica wants to tell me something.”

I pull my jacket closer to me and shiver at the breeze that just picked up. I was waiting for her behind the school next to the now nearly empty bike rack. I looked around as students entered the hallways or got into their cars.

My head perked up as one of the hallway doors opened, expecting it to be Jessica. Disappointment flooded me when I saw it was some random senior guy I had never seen before. But he definitely seemed to know me. He caught my gaze and started walking in my direction. I didn’t think much of it until he stopped right in front of me.

“Hey, slut.”

“Excuse you?” I ask, baffled.

“How was it sleeping at both Liam’s and Harry’s house? Did you sleep with both of them?” he steps closer to me and I step back. He was tall, with short, blonde hair. His eyes were a dark, dark brown. By the size of his arms, I could tell he played football. I was instantly frightened by him and I wanted to get away. A memory of him standing up and bidding on me at one of the auctions flashes in my mind. Where the hell is Jessica?

“What? No.”

“Oh, please. They always do,” he scoffs. “But you, you have taken it to a whole new level. Never have one of the Last Girls ended up dating the guy who bid on her. You must be really good in bed, huh?”

I back away again, “I didn’t sleep with any of them, okay? Just leave me alone.”

He glares at me, “Don’t tell me what to do, whore.”

 “What did you just say to her?”

Dark Eyes and I both glance behind him to see the one and only Zayn Malik, in his usual leather jacket.

“This is none of your business, Malik,” the guy spat. But, his voice had lost some strength; he was scared.

“Oh, it is definitely my business, Stephens” Zayn steps forward causing the guy to step back and almost bump into me. “Were you really just harassing a girl all alone?”

“No, we were just talking.”

I wanted to speak up but my vocal chords had a different idea. They decided to stay absolutely silent.

“We both know that’s bullshit,” Zayn said, taking another step closer. “If you ever talk to her again, I will-.”

“What are you going to do?” Stephens laughs. “‘Bust my brains in?’”

Zayn smiles, “Exactly.”

And the next thing I knew, Stephens was doubled over in pain, clutching the left side of his jaw. I looked up in shock at Zayn as he calmly examined his knuckles. There wasn’t even a mark.

“Hey!”

Zayn and I both look in the direction the voice had come from. My heart starts to pound as I see one of the campus supervisors run towards us. Oh no.

“What is going on over here? Did you punch him?” she asks, bending down to peer at Stephens.

Zayn looks at him too, “Yeah. But it was self defense.”

“No it wasn’t!” Stephens yells.

“You were harassing her and calling her rude names!” Zayn argues.

“That does not mean we resort to violence,” the woman says. “Did he touch you or her in anyway?”

Zayn looks down, “No.”

The woman nods, “Both of you come with me,” she grabs Zayn and Stephens by their arms and pulls them towards the hallway.

I stand in the same place I had been the whole time, frozen. Zayn glances back at me and smiles before disappearing behind the door. I just stare after them.

What the-?

I feel myself run to the parking lot, losing all thought of Jessica. My bag hits my side with every step I take. I find Harry’s car in its usual spot and quickly throw open the door. I slam it behind me as Harry look at me startled.

“Hey, babe.”

All I can do is break down crying.

“Jenna?” he grabs my hand. “Jenna, what happened?”

It’s hard to tell Harry through my tears what had happened. But, I do and he somehow manages to understand my slurred words.

“Oh my God, who was he?”

“I-I don’t k-know. Zayn called him Stephens,” I sob.

“Tom Stephens?” Harry almost shouts.

“I guess.”

“That little creep! He thinks he is such a badass because he’s the school quarterback,” Harry rants.

I continue to cry as Harry tries to calm me down. “Come on, let’s go home.”

***

“’And they say, she’s in the class A-team, stuck in her daydream, been this way since 18, but lately, her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting, crumbling like pastries, but they scream, the worst things in life come free to us. Cause we’re all under the upper hand, and we go mad for a couple grams. And we don’t want to go outside, tonight.’”

I breathe softly against Harry’s chest as I listen to him sing. We had gotten back to his house about an hour ago and I collapsed on his bed. I couldn’t stop crying until about ten minutes ago when he started singing. It had calmed me somehow, and he knew it too because he hasn’t stopped singing since. His hand rubs my back gently and he plays with the ends off my hair. I probably would have been much happier about this right now, if I hadn’t just seen Zayn punch a guy across the face.

“’And in a pipe we fly to the motherland, and sell love to another man. It’s too cold outside, for angels to fly.’”

He stops singing and I sigh, causing him to laugh.

“You like my singing?”

“Very much so,” I sigh again. I look at him, resting my chin on his chest.

“Are you feeling better?” his eyes twinkle with concern.

“A little bit,” I nod. “Just hearing someone say those things to you. It really gets to you, you know? Well, you probably don’t.”

He smile is small, “Believe it or not, I have been called some very harsh things by a few girls over the years.”

I roll my eyes and try to ignore it. “I just feel terrible for Zayn. Who knows how much trouble he got into?”

Harry glances at the clock, “Call him. It’s been an hour; he’s probably left the school by now.”

“Okay,” I say getting off the bed. I walk to my bag and pull out my cell phone. There was a text from Jessica that she had sent an hour ago that read, Sorry, I can’t meet you something came up. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. I roll my eyes. So she never did show up.

I find Zayn’s contact in my phone and click his number. He picks up on the third ring.

“Hey,” I hear his voice through the speaker.

“Hey, are you okay?” I ask urgently.

I hear him laugh, “The question is are you okay?”

“Of course I’m okay; nothing happened to me! What happened? Are you expelled?”

“No, just got two weeks of lunch detention. The other guy got one week of detention. I guess that means I won’t be joining you guys at lunch for a while,” he laughs again.

“How on Earth are you laughing?”

“Oh, Jenna it’s fine. I have had detention before; it’s not so bad. The teacher just leaves you in there to eat, claiming they have a camera in there watching you. Hint hint, they don’t,” I feel myself smile as he continues, “I’m just glad you are okay.”

“Yeah, I am thanks to you. I just feel terrible that you are stuck in detention. And it’s probably on your record now too,” I moan.

“Jenna,” he laughs another time, “seriously don’t worry about it.”

“Okay,” I sigh. “Well, I owe you one.”

“Nah, consider it an apology.”

“For what?”

“You know what,” and then I hear the three beeps form my phone telling me he hung up. I throw my phone in my bag.

“So, what happened?” Harry asks, leaning up on his forearms.

I lie on the bed and push him back down, kissing him softly on the lips, “He got two weeks of detention.”

“Not too bad,” Harry says.

“Yeah, thank God. I would have died from guilt,” I turn to lie on my back.

Harry turn as well so that he is on top of me, “You’re too good of a person, you know that?”

“That’s not true.”

He raises his eyebrows, “It’s not?”

I shake my head, “I was a real bitch to you in the beginning, wasn’t I?”

He smirks, “And that’s exactly why you stole my heart. 

©Rileyes

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