Slave Auction 2: The Boys' Story

While Jenna is helping Liam pack for college, she comes across an old photo of Niall, Zayn, Harry, Louis, and Liam in the slave auction when they were freshman. Determined to find out the truth about why boys are no longer allowed in the slave auction, Jenna gets the five boys to tell her each of their stories: Niall and his confidence problem, Zayn and his rejections, Harry and his hookups, Louis' part in a big plot, and Liam's head cheerleader girlfriend. So now, not only does she have to worry about what will happen when Liam moves across the country in one week, but she may also discover some things that were meant to remain secrets.
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7. Alone at Night

“Goodnight,” I say and lean forward to kiss Liam through the driver’s side door. He rolls back up the window and I take my house key from my pocket. He waves before driving away. I unlock the door and a blast of cool air escapes. I shut the door and immediately go to turn on the heater. It is so cold that I think about turning the dial to 100 degrees in the hopes it will warm up faster, but I know that will just be a huge number on my parents’s bill. I settle for 75 degrees and I shiver all the way up the stairs. I run to my room to quickly change into my PJs. I throw my big school jacket on over and pull on some slippers to provide a barrier between my feet and the ice cold tiled floors all over my house. I walk back downstairs, hearing the pounding of my feet echo through the empty house.

Linda went home already. Parents are on their usual business trips. Daisy’s with Niall. Jessica’s with- who can keep track anymore? Zayn’s probably with Briana. And I’m not allowed to spend the night at Liam’s house since that’s “not appropriate outside of the slave auction.”

So, that means my house is always empty at night except for me.

I’ve been for the most part gone all summer during the day. Without school, my choices are either to stay home with Linda or go do something with friends. Clearly, I’m going to pick the second option. But since I’m not allowed anywhere at night, that means I get this big house to myself. Every other summer I would have constant sleepovers with either Jessica or Daisy-or both. But, that option really isn’t available anymore.

The two separate weeks during the summer where my parents have been home were the only times I stayed home during the day. We’d go out to dinner every night, have movie marathons, actually eat nice, home-cooked meals from my mom for once. Sometimes I would help them sort through papers and talk to them about their recent cases. Lindsey Lohan’s in rehab again. Shocker. But soon enough, the week is over and it’s off to the airport to say goodbye again.

I guess it could be worse, though. But, I really need to tell Linda to turn the heater on when she leaves.

I open the freezer- which just makes me shiver more- and take from the top of the big stack of microwavable TV dinners. I pop it in the microwave and wait until the two minutes are done. I set it on the counter to let it cool off and watch as the steam rises towards the ceiling. My phone vibrates in my pocket. It’s Liam.

Skype?

He knows that I’m alone every night so he insists on Skyping as soon as I get home. Which I’m totally fine with. I open the Skype app on my phone and press the phone icon next to his name in my Favorites. The Skype ringing tone plays as I wait for him to pick up.

“Hey,” he answers.

“Hello.”                                                                                

“How’s it going?”

“I believe what you mean to say is ‘I followed Andreah up the brick path to her door.’” I say before taking the first bite of my ‘dinner.’

“So eager.”

“I’m curious.”

He laughs, “Alright. But first I want to tell you that there’s a party Wednesday night. You should come with me.”

“Where?”

“My friend Andy’s house. He’s leaving for school Friday so he wants to have one last party and he wants it to be huge.”

“Ugh. Why do we go to so many parties?”

“’Cause they’re fun,” he replies.

“They start drama.”

“Pleeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaase,” Liam begs, “I can’t not go. So you’re either coming or you’re coming.”

I roll my eyes. “I guess I’m coming then.”

He grins, “Yay.”

“I’m guessing the whole gang’s going, then?”

“Yup.”

“Didn’t we all agree that Jessica isn’t allowed at anymore parties after the ‘Last-Day-of-School’ incident?  And yet since then she’s been to about- how many would you say- 50 parties?”

“We just need to watch her closely,” Liam shrugs.

“Sounds fun, babysitting a 16 year-old.”

“She’s going to go whether you go or not. This way, she has you to look out for her.”

“Why is she going anyway?” I ask.

“She and Andy hooked up at a party the other week and now they have a thing.”

Of course they do.

“Well alright then. Just can you continue on with the story?”

 

~~~

 

She opens her front door and I walk into a small, old, musty smelling apartment. It is dimly lit and she walks across the room to switch on a standing lamp in the corner. I look around using the new light to see. There is a small couch against the wall across from a small TV box with two long antennas sticking out. It was the very opposite of a flat -screen. Looking at it, I would assume it is not something one person could carry on their own, even though the screen itself would not produce a big picture to watch. The walls are all white and plain. To the left is a small kitchen that could fit probably about five people in, with a sink and refrigerator on one wall, cabinets on the other, and a table with three chairs around it in the center. A small wall barrier that is as tall as my waist separates the living room from the white tiled kitchen. The carpet in the living room was definitely white at some point, but is now a dark grey.

“My little sister will be home any minute and my mom won’t be home from work until about ten,” she explains as she walks down the hallway on the right. I follow.  I am about to ask her about her dad, but I remember there are only three chairs and think the better of it. We walk past only door on the left side of the hallway and enter the second of the two on the right.

Her room is small, just like the rest of the house. The walls are white and so is everything else except the carpet. I am surprised at how neat and clean her room is. I don’t really know why but I was expecting it to be dirty, with clothes thrown everywhere. There is a wardrobe and a dresser of drawers to the left, a desk neatly stacked with books straight ahead, and a perfectly made bed to the right. On top of the dresser is loads of makeup, all neatly organized in sections with a huge mirror hanging on the wall above.

“Did you know I was coming over or is your room always this neat?” I ask.

She laughs, “My room is always like this.” She sets down her bags in her desk chair and then takes the huge sparkly cheer bow out of her hair. Her hair falls out of the ponytail almost as in slow-motion. Her luscious, long, and brown hair falls down perfectly onto her shoulders to frame her face just right-

 

~~~

 

“A lot of extra description I don’t really want in there, Liam,” I hint.

He looks at me guiltily through the screen, “Sorry.”

 

~~~

 

She walks over to the wardrobe and pulls out some clothes. “Do you have any homework you need help with? Because if you do, I can totally help you if you want.”

I shake my head, “No, I can manage. Thank you though.”

She turns to look at me. “Okay, then. I have a ton of homework I have to do tonight- or really every night. Taking five AP classes at once was probably not a good idea,” she laughs.

“Five?” I ask, shocked.

She nods, “Yeah, I don’t recommend it. But, I need to try to get some scholarships if I want to go to college and if I have to take five advanced classes at once, then that’s what I’ll do.”

“How many have you taken in all?”

“Eleven.”

“And you passed every one of them? You’re insane.”

“Thank you,” she laughs. “Anyways, I usually do my homework in here at my desk, so you can do yours in here with me or you can do it in the kitchen or whatever. Sorry, I’m not going to be a very fun person to hangout with.”

I smile, “It’s okay. You’re still fun.”

She smiles back, “I’m gonna go change out of my uniform. I will be back.” And with that she walks out of the room.

So I just stand there in the middle of her room with my backpack and duffel bag in hand. It isn’t until now that she’s gone that I realize how sweet her room smells. Sorta like a mixture cinnamon and peaches. I like it. I continue to stand there taking it all in, including the fact that I was in Andreah the head cheerleader’s bedroom, and that I am going ot be here for the next week.

She comes back in a pair of sweats and a long sleeve sweater with sheets in her arms. She lays them on her chair and starts to take off the sheets on her bed.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Changing the sheets for you,” she replies.

“For me?”

“Yeah. I doubt you want to sleep in my dirty sheets for the next week.”

“Wait, I’m not going to sleep in your bed.”

“Yeah you are. It’s fine, you’re my guest.” She throws the dirty sheet on the floor and starts to put the new one on.

“Where will you sleep?”

“On the floor.”

“You’re not sleeping on the floor.”

She laughs, “Liam, yes I am. It’s okay. I’ve had to sleep on the floor of so many hotels for cheer competitions. There are a lot of girls we have to pack into one room and they all refuse to sleep on the floor, so I do it. I don’t mind.”

“Andreah, I’m not going to make you sleep on the floor. You bought me, you don’t have to do anything for me. You sleep in the bed.”

“Liam…”

I smile, “It’s okay.”

“You sure?”

“Yup.”

Her white pearls flash through two pink lips, “Okay. Thanks.”

There is an awkward silence. I don’t really know what to say, so I kind of just look down at my bags and she slowly just goes back to changing the sheets. I clear my throat in the silence.

What do I do? Do I set my stuff down? Do I make conversation? What do I make conversation about? This is really awkward.

Just then the front door opens and closes.

“Andreah?” a small, high pitched voice calls.

“In here!”

A few seconds later, a miniature copy of Andreah walks through her bedroom door- ponytail and all. Her bright teeth flash as soon as she sees me.

“Hello,” she says, a little shyly.

“Hi,” I smile back. I’m not very good with kids.

“Beth,” Andreah starts, “this is Liam. Liam is going to be staying with us for the next week. Liam, this is Beth, my little sister.”

“Nice to meet you,” I say, sticking out my hand.

She walks closer and shakes it gently. “Nice to meet you too,” she replies kindly before instantly scooting back over to Andreah. Her tiny cheer outfit is green and white- the elementary school colors. Her bow is twice as sparkly as Andreah’s and it holds up much lighter hair than hers. If it weren’t for the sizes and hair, they could be twins.

“Go have a snack and then start your homework,” Andreah tells her. “If you need any help, ask me.” Beth nods and then slips silently through the door. Andreah finishes making the bed, a small smile on her face. “She’s a little shy.”

“She’s adorable.”

Andreah laughs, “I know.” She looks over the room quickly and then grabs a blanket off the bed. She lays it on the floor before leaving the room for a few seconds and coming back with two more blankets, lying them down on the ground as well. “I hope it’s comfy enough for you.”

I set my stuff down on my new bed for the week. “It’s great. Thank you.”

Andreah smiles in place of a ‘you’re welcome’ and then walks over to her desk. “Okay so, I really need to get going on my homework.”

“Oh, yeah no problem don’t let me bother you.”

“Thanks.”

 

~~~

 

Liam stops talking and I see him look down at his phone through the screen.

“Liam,” I whine, “what happens next?”

“That’s pretty much it for that day.”

“What?”

“I spent the rest of the night finishing my homework, eating, watching TV, and helping Beth with her homework because Andreah had a lot of her own. And then I went to sleep before Andreah’s mom got home.”

“Is that really what happened? Or are you leaving stuff out?” I ask.

Liam smirks, “Don’t get any ideas Jenna. That’s really what happened.”

“Fine. Then what happened the next day?”

Liam yawns in a completely over-the-top way. “Oh no. It’s late. I should get going to bed. ‘Night.”

“Wait, Liam-”

The three beeps signaling that he ended the Skype call sound and I moan aloud.

He is very annoying. Maybe I should just ask the other boys what happened. Maybe then this story will actually get somewhere.

 

***AUTHOR'S NOTE*** Yes, yes. I know I completely suck and that you all hate me and I am a horrible, awful person and I make you guys wait too long for chapters. I completely agree. I am sooooooo sorry, Last Girls. School takes up way too much of my time and then when I finally do have time to write, I am mentally exhausted. And I know you have all been excited for this chapter for months and you are all probably very annoyed and angry because this chapter was extremely boring. I have literally been writing this chapter sentence by sentence over these past months. I really need to plan better. I know exactly what is going to happen for the main plot, I just don't know the timing and what is going to happen in each chapter and all the little details. I promise guys, this story will get so much better, it just needs to develop. PLEASE DO NOT GIVE UP ON ME LAST GIRLS. I need you guys to keep LIKING, and favoriting, and commenting on this story and reminding me to update. Hopefully it will push me to update faster. I am really going to try to update more. Please don't give up on me and I promise I won't give up either. Anyway, let me know what you guys thought. Love you all<33333

~Rileyes

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