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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8. Arguments

“Why are you so annoying?”

“Why are you so stubborn?” Liam shoots back.

“Li, come on,” I beg. “Why won’t you just tell me the story?”

“I told you the basis of it. I stayed at Andreah’s house for the rest of the week. When the week was up, I went to the assembly that marks the end of the auction and the beginning of the second auction and Harry was bought by another cheerleader around the same price. That’s all.”

“But what did you guys promise not to tell anyone?” I ask as we continue to pack things in boxes.

Man, Liam has a lot of stuff.

“Can’t tell you.”

I feel the urge to tackle him to the ground, but he would probably like that. And if he didn’t, it wouldn’t be so hard for him to push me off.

I sigh dramatically, “Fine, then. I guess I should call Harry.” I pull my phone out of my pocket.

Liam stops what he is doing and all his attention snaps to me. “Why would you do that?” he asks, a hint of anger seeping through his words.

“Well, I haven’t talked to him in a while. So, it would be nice to catch up. And since you won’t tell me the story, I will just have to ask him,” I say nonchalantly, hoping Liam will take the bait. I continue to look through my contacts as I feel Liam’s eyes watching my every move.

I know he won’t like me talking to Harry again. Hell, I wouldn’t even like it. But, if I have to tap into Liam’s jealousy in order to find out what happened to quench my curiosity, then so be it.

“Alright! Alright, put your phone down. I will tell you,” Liam says quickly.

I smirk to myself and lock my phone.

“But first, let me go to the bathroom,” Liam says quickly before running out of the room.

“What’s with you and your bladder?” I call to him, half laughing.

“I drink a lot of water!” he calls back before I hear the bathroom door click behind him.

I hear a vibration and roll my eyes- his phone has been going off all day. The conversation in the bathrooms at McDonald’s pops into my head.

Now would be the perfect time to check.

Before I have time to think and before the guilt sinks in, I walk over to the desk where his phone is and look at the screen. It shows a message from Andy.

Oh. So he’s been talking to his friend Andy all this time? No big deal. It’s probably about Andy’s party on Wednesday or something.

I walk back over to my spot in the middle of all the cardboard boxes and continue working before Liam comes back out.

Well, at least my mind is eased about one thing.

“I still don’t get why you care so much. It happened three, almost four years ago. We dated about a year but then broke up because she went to college. It was a long time ago. I have no feelings for her at all. I barely remember what she looked like.” He sits at the edge of his bed. I sit beside him and lay my legs over his lap.

“Well you seem to remember a lot about her- what’d you say- ‘her luscious, long, and brown hair.’” I say, laying my head down on his pillow. “But, it’s not about her Liam. I just want to know what happened in the auction, why boys aren’t allowed in, and what that secret is.”

Another vibration from his phone. “Is that true?” he asks.

“Yes,” I lie.

The truth is, I don’t really know if it is about her or not. A part of me just wants to know how far they’ve gone. They dated for a year. Liam and I have a few more anniversaries to get to before our one year. Why wouldn’t he still have feelings for her? Maybe they had something special? Am I thinking too much? It was over three years ago. He couldn’t still have feelings? Why do I care?

“Just please continue with that first night.”

“I told you, I just did homework that first night and helped her little sister. Oh wait, I guess I did help Andreah too.”

“What do you mean?”




I slip my Biology text book back into my bag and zip it up. I look over at Beth, who is contently watching TV, and walk down the hall to Andreah’s room. As I walk closer, I hear a humming sound, like of a machine. I knock lightly on the door and open it to see Andreah sitting at her desk, her back facing me. The sound is coming from a small sewing machine in front of her as she feeds a long pink piece of fabric through it. Her foot is on a pedal on the floor powering the machine and she keeps working, not noticing my presence. She must not have heard my knock over the machine.


She jumps a little, startled. Her foot step off the pedal and the machine quiets. “Oh,” she laughs, turning around in her chair to face me. “You scared me.”

“Sorry. You didn’t hurt yourself on the needle did you?” I ask.

She looks down at her finger. “A little bit, but it’s alright. I’m always hurting myself on this stupid thing.” She smiles.

“What are you doing?” I ask, coming closer.

“Oh, it’s stupid. It’s my prom dress,” she replies looking down.

“You’re making your prom dress? That’s not stupid, that’s cool.”

“Really?” she asks, looking up at me, “Thanks. I didn’t really want to go. It’s expensive, you know? But the cheer squad got together and paid for my ticket for me, which was really sweet of them. And a bunch of my friends and their dates are paying for a limo, so that means all I have to do is find a dress. But dresses are super expensive, and I need a break from homework and cheer every once in a while, so I thought why not make it? The only problem is this machine is so small and the dress is so big. All the fabric gets in the way,” she laughs.

I look at the ballerina pink fabric. There is a lot of it. Traces were made on the soft material and the needle is stopped in the middle of tracing a line. Half of the piece is hanging off the table and on to the floor. I can see how it would be tough. Once the material is sewed under the machine, there is nowhere for it to go, so it all just scrunches up against the wall. I look at a piece of paper with the design that is taped to the wall over the desk. It is a full, floor length dress that is poofy around the legs, but is tight at and above the waist. It is strapless, and all over the top are sequins that are close together but then spread out the lower down the abdomen they go, making a rain effect.

“Don’t you have a bigger space to sew?” I ask.

She shakes her head.

“Why not do it on that big table in the living room?”

“Because then it would annoy the rest of my family, and then where would we eat?” she laughs again.

“True,” I agree. “Well here, let me help you.” I pick the fabric off the floor and hold it in my arms.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that. You’ll be standing there for hours.”

I shrug. “It’s fine. I finished all my homework, I have nothing else to do. And I’m your slave remember? Just let me help you.”

She smiles widely. “Well, thank you, Liam. Tell me when you get tired.”

But, I don’t. I stand there, the pile of fabric in my arms getting smaller and smaller as time passes and the pile behind the machine gets bigger and bigger. We make small talk but it is hard over the loud roar of the machine. I watch as she works intently for an hour before she quits and thanks me a billion more times.




“And that was about all the excitement on that first night,” Liam concludes. “Actually, that’s about all the excitement for the first week.”

“Okay, so what about the next day with Louis and the football team?” I ask, leaning up on my elbow to look at him.

“Are you sure you don’t want to ask Louis yourself?” he asks and raises his eyebrows at me.

I playfully smack him on the arm. He knows I refuse to talk to Louis unless I have to. “No. Now tell me.”

“I don’t know,” he says as he stands up. “I think you should ask Louis. I told you my story. If you want to hear about his, you’re gonna have to ask him.” I watch as Liam returns to the cardboard boxes.

He’s really not going to tell me?

“You’re really not going to tell me?”

The only response I get from him is a whistle.

Nothing makes me angrier than being left out of the loop.

I get up off the bed and walk out of the room. “Fine.”

“Wait,” I hear Liam follow after me, “What?”

I continue walking toward his front door, “If you’re not going to tell me, then fine, I will figure the rest of the story out myself and put the pieces together. I’m tired of playing this game with you.” I walk outside into the warm summer air.

“Where are you going?” Liam asks, still following me.

“To Daisy’s to talk to Louis.”

“And how are you going to get there?”

“I will bike,” I reply easily. It is always the hottest around this time of day- 2 o’clock. Hopefully I can pick up a breeze on my bike so I’m not all sweaty when I talk to him.

“Jenna, this is stupid,” Liam pleads.

“I agree.”

“Then why are you doing this?”

I don’t know. But the fact that Liam is so intent on keeping something from me makes me want to know more.

“I will call you later Liam,” I call once I pass the house two away from his. He finally stops walking.

“Jenna!” he calls one more time. But, it’s too late. My mind is setting on knowing what happened. And if he’s not going to tell me, then there are four other guys who might.

I exit his street and walk down to mine, still slightly pissed at him

I don’t get why he can’t just tell me?!

I arrive at my house and go the side gate to get my bike. I hop on it and bike quickly down the street and away. I ride for a good thirty minutes, lost in thought. I get off in front of the familiar house. But it’s not Louis and Daisy’s- it’s Harry’s.

Like I’m going to talk to that jerk who shoved his tongue down my throat.

To be honest, I don’t really want to talk to this jerk either, but hey, it’ll piss Liam off. If he wants to play games, then so will I.


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