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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18. The Second Auction

©Rileyes

For the second time in the past week, Liam and I wake up late for school, due to the fact that he forgot to turn on the alarm.

“What are you two still doing in bed?” I hear his mother ask.

My eyes open and I quickly pull myself away from Liam. My eyes still adjusting to the light, I get up and quickly run to the bathroom to get ready.

“What was that?” I hear her ask through the door. These doors are really thin.

“What?” Liam asks.

“Why were you two sleeping in the same bed? Again?”

“We fell asleep while watching a movie.”

“I have been hearing that explanation a lot lately,” she replies.

There is a pause. “What does that mean?”

“It doesn’t matter, Liam. I’m not going to try to control your life. But just remember, you turn 18 in about a year and will be going off to college soon. This is not the time to get attached to a 14 year old,” Karen says, agitated.

I hear a door shut and I catch myself holding my breath. I hear Liam then let out a long, stressed sigh.

***

I get out of the car with my big overflowing bag filled with my clothes and shiver. I had nothing clean to wear, so I was stuck in my stupid, skimpy auction outfit.

“You can leave your bag in my car, if you want,” Liam says.

I nod, “Thanks, it would have been annoying dragging that around all day,” I open the car door and set it on the back seat. “Just don’t leave before I get it back.”

He smiles, “Okay.”

We start the walk towards the school and my teeth start to clatter.

“Are you cold?”

“No, I’m fine,” I shake my head.

Liam pulls of his grey hoodie, “Here.”

I push it away, “No, it’s fine. I don’t want you to be cold.”

He laughs and slips it over my shoulders, “I’m fine. Plus, I’m wearing jeans and you’re wearing, well, that.”

I feel the color rise in my cheeks and smile to myself when Liam looks away. Now I can walk around all day with his scent.

I open the door to the hallway with my locker and I hear Liam say, “Bye, Jenna. Good luck today.”

I smile to myself once again. But it quickly fades when I see Jessica and Daisy bickering at my locker.

“Don’t be mad about this,” Jessica is saying.

“Why would you think that I wouldn’t be mad about this?” Daisy’s volume makes everyone else in the hall look over at us.

I keep my voice quiet, hoping Daisy will do the same. “Mad about what?”

“My supposed ‘best friend’ won’t leave my house!”

I look at Jessica, “What is she talking about?”

Jessica looks at the ground and her fingers start to scrape off her nail polish. “Well, the week for the Slave Auction is over, but-.”

“No buts!” Daisy interrupts, causing people to look over once again. “The week is over! That means you stop living at my house!”

Jessica continues, looking at me, “But Louis wants me to stay longer.”

“Oh, please! It was probably your idea,” Daisy’s face starts to turn red with rage.

“Why is it so bad if I stay longer?”

“Because I never see you! You’re always with Lou. And I can hear every single thing you say through the walls. And when it gets quiet, I get all grossed out because I know you guys are making out and I hate it! I want it to end! It’s fine if you date him, just not in my house!” Daisy storms off.

Jessica looks after her, “I can’t stay, can I?”

I wrap my arm around her, “If you want to save your friendship, you can’t.”

***

“Sorry for the interruption,” the teen voice on the loudspeaker says. “Seniors attending the Second Slave Auction, will you please make your way to the auditorium? Thanks and have a nice day everyone.”

I take a deep breath as I stand up out of my desk and look at my English teacher. He nods approvingly and I feel all eyes on me as I exit the class. It was a class of all Freshman so no one followed me. Seniors file out of other classrooms and some whistle at me. I ignore them as best as I can and fast walk towards the theater.

About to open the back door to the building, I hear someone call my name. I stop and turn around.

“Zayn?” I ask as he runs up to me. He looked gorgeous and I regret not kissing him. His hair was styled up, as usual. He had on his leather jacket and I was reminded of riding the motorcycle to his house.

“How are you doing?” he asks.

I nod slowly, “Alright. Just a little nervous. Not to mention cold.”

He laughs glancing at my clothes, “I bet. Listen, I will try to bid the highest I can, I promise. But, I’m sorry if I can’t. There are some people in there who have a lot more money to spend than I do.”

I smile and hug him, “Thanks Zayn. For everything.”

I feel him wrap his arms around me slowly, “No problem at all.”

I pull away, “Well, I’ll see you inside.”

I open the door and walk inside. Staying with Zayn for a week would not be bad at all.  

I see Courtney in her cheerleading outfit, waiting for me.

“You ready?” she asks, looking me up and down.

I slip off Liam’s jacket and nod.

“’Kay, great. So this auction will be much shorter than the last one. But, prices will go way higher than the last one so try not to look too shocked. Remember to smile and remember how I taught you to walk. And try not to squint so much. I get it, the lights are bright, but it looked weird last time.”

I try to drone out everything Courtney says. It’s difficult though, since she is just someone you always want to look at and listen to. Her appearance and confidence when she talked forces me to listen.

“Wait,” she says as she unzips a little pink bag. She pulls out some makeup powder and a brush and starts to pat some on my face. “Didn’t want you to look shiny under the lights. You’re welcome,” she smiles and snaps the powder closed.

Five minutes later I am pushed to stand right behind the red curtains of the stage. I hear all the voices of the audience merge into one, sounding like a low roar. Courtney walks out on stage. I hear her pat on the microphone before talking.

“Attention everyone. Welcome to the Second Slave Auction! Thank you everyone for missing class, even though I’m sure you would all rather be here than stuck in some grey classroom, am I right?”

The crowd cheers and I hear Courtney giggle.

“Great enthusiasm! Well, no point in carrying this out any longer. Everyone welcome to the stage Jenna Brown!”

I walk out onstage, forgetting how bright the lights were. The nerves I had in my stomach last week are replaced with feeling of desperation. I just want to get the hell out of here. Don’t squint, don’t squint.

Nah, I’m gonna squint. It’s too god damn bright.

“Okay, let’s start the bidding at $500.”

And that’s when the mayhem starts. About 12 guys jump up calling $550 and 10 more jump up calling $600. Courtney picks the guy she hears first that says the highest number. I don’t know how she keeps up with all of them, but somehow she does. My cheeks start to hurt from smiling once the number gets to 1,050. The number of seniors bidding gets cut in half. Only about 10 guys keep bidding. The price gets to $1,500, the price Liam spent, and three more guys sit down. The seven left were all seniors I had never seen before.

How creepy.

“Do I hear $1,800?” Courtney voice booms out of the speakers.

“1,900!” a familiar voice calls out. I squint and try to see more than just the outline of the person. I could see a little bit of a red glow illuminating off the guy’s pants. I feel a sharp stab in my stomach as I realize who had just bid. Louis.

What an idiot.

I remember when he kissed me and wonder why I am so surprised now that he would do this.

“$2,100!” another familiar voice calls. This one was the opposite of Louis’. It was deep and husky. From the outline, I could see the shape of his hair and instantly knew it was Zayn. I felt myself smile for real. The creepy guys I didn’t know all sat back down and I felt the weight be lifted off my shoulders.

It came crushing back down as Louis yelled, “$2,250!”

Do they not hear the high numbers coming out of their mouths?

“$2,300!” Zayn counters.

“$2,500!”

I see Zayn’s outline look at Louis’. He slowly sits down. I look at him pleadingly and see him shrug apologetically. I sigh and nod, accepting my fate.

“$2,500,” Courtney nearly sings, “going once, going twice-.”

“$3,000!”

I look back up into the audience, surprised. By the murmur coming from the crowd, I could tell I wasn’t the only one.

“$3,000, going once, going twice? Sold to Harry Styles!”

©Rileyes

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