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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5. Introductions

 

~~~

 

“Number 19, Harry Styles!” Andreah calls. There is still ringing in my ears.

Harry walks on stage slowly due to his sagging jeans. I roll my eyes. He just has to sag 24/7, doesn’t he?

“Bidding starts at $300.”

Two girls burst out of their seats from across the theater, waving their numbered papers in the air. I could almost see the pretentious smirk on Harry’s face from the back of his head. This will definitely boost his confidence level up a notch. As if it wasn’t already through the roof.

“500!”

“600!”

“700!”

“800!” another girl stands up.

“1,100!” A football player in the front says in a high pitch voice. His team mates smirk.

“If you have no intention on actually paying, then don’t try to raise the price,” Andreah says angrily into the microphone, shooting the football players a death glare.

They stopped smiling.

“1,500!” A new shadow stands up.

The other shadows sit back down except one. “1,600!” she yells.

“$1,750! Sit back down, I’m going to win. I’ve been saving for this for years.”

Andreah’s giggle can be heard through the speakers as the one shadow finally gives up.

“Number 19, going once, going twice, sold! To Ashley Gold!”

A random applause starts as Ashley walks up on stage in a blue cheer uniform. She hands Andreah the money and they high-five and smirk at each other.

 

~~~

 

“God damn it. Harry got sold for $250 more than me? This is upsetting.”

Liam laughs. “I’m actually surprised he never bragged about that to you.”

“Yeah, but if he did, then he would have to admit he was in the slave auction.”

“Good point,” he nods.

“Okay, so how much was Courtney sold for?” I ask, leaning on my elbows.

“I think $1,800.”

I groan, “This hurts my ego.”

“Good. See, Jenna? You’re not all that,” he says playfully. I push his shoulder.

“Agree to disagree.”

 

~~~

 

I walk back stage to find Louis. I go to his curtain and pull it back to reveal him standing behind it, pacing in the tight space and looking rather scared.

“Louis? Are you alright?” I ask him.

“No. I shouldn’t have done this. This was a really bad idea,” he says, large blue eyes meeting mine.

“What? The auction?”

“Yeah. I never in a million years would have thought that some guy on the football team would have bought me!” Louis complains. “I have to drop out.”

“You can’t drop out. I already paid.”

Louis’s eyes grow wide at the sound of a harsh low voice from behind me. I turn around to see a tall, round, brunette guy in a blue and white football jersey. His short hair is gelled upward and his pants are two sizes too big for him. His brown eyes latch onto Louis.

“Richard Brady,” he introduces himself and sticks his hand out past me for Louis to shake. Louis glances down at Richard’s big hand and slowly shakes it. By the way Richard’s muscles tighten and the way Louis’s face contorts into an expression full of pain, I can tell the handshake was anything but friendly. Louis quickly pulls his hand back as soon as Richard releases it. “So, what’s this I hear about you dropping out of the auction?”

I speak up quickly, “That was me that said that. You see, I feel bad Andreah paid so much for me, so I was trying to figure out a way for her to get her money back.”

Richard smirks. “You’re insane if you’re trying to get out of spending a week with her. That girl is a nice piece of ass,” he laughs. “My teammates and I have been trying to get into her pants since freshman year.”

“Gee, I can’t imagine why that never worked out,” I say with a clearly fake smile and laugh. Richard’s eyes narrow at me and I walk away, only looking over my shoulder once to shoot Louis an apologetic face. He shoots me back a frightened expression.

Sorry, Lou.

I go back on stage to find the others. The first person I spot is Harry. He runs his fingers through his mop of curly hair as he talks to Ashley, the girl who won him. As I walk up close enough to hear the last part of their conversation, I take note of her small, bright blue eyes and how they light up when the corners of her mouth lift up into a smile. Harry towers over her by a good five inches and her waist was about the size of a doughnut. She was tiny. Her blonde, curly hair falls down on her shoulders, framing her tan, pointy face perfectly. She was almost as pretty as Andreah.

“Well, I will meet you after school then, madam” I hear Harry say, as he takes Ashley’s hand and raises it to his lips to kiss the back of it. Ashley giggles, playfully hits him on the shoulder, and walks over to Andreah at the podium.

I pat Harry on the back. “Wow, you’re really laying it on thick, aren’t you?”

Harry laughs and shakes his head. “There’s nothing wrong with being gentleman-ly.”

I roll my eyes, “Well, at least you’re better off than Louis.”

“Oh shit, I forgot about him. Where is he?”

“Backstage,” I answer. “Talking to Richard.” Harry’s eyes widen and he starts to head backstage.

Left alone, I look around for anyone familiar. I spot Zayn and Niall standing off to the side. I walk over to them.

“There’s the head cheerleader’s slave!” Niall calls, laughing loudly.

“Yeah, right,” I laugh with him. “Have you talked to your girl yet?”

Niall nods eagerly. “Yeah. I can’t believe I get to spend a week at her house. She is amazing. She’s senior president and has like a 4.2 GPA and her skin is beautiful.”

“Her skin?” I ask.

“Yes, her skin is nice. She’s beautiful.”

I laugh again. “Well congrats, man.” I turn to Zayn. “Have you talked to Natalie yet?”

Zayn just nods.

“Are you seriously mad at me because Andreah bought me? Come on, Zayn. I had no control over that,” I plead.

“I’m not mad, I’m just…” he trails off.

“Jealous,” Niall finishes for him.

“I’m not jealous,” Zayn snaps.

I shake my head. “Well, who knows. Maybe you’ll really like her.”

Zayn shrugs. “She seems okay.”

“Who seems okay?” a happy voice comes from behind me. For some reason, I feel nervous as I turn to see Andreah.

“Natalie Walker,” Niall chimes up.

Andreah’s eyes light up in recognition. “Oh, I’ve known her since pre-school. She’s really sweet.”

“Well there you go, Zayn,” Niall pats him on the back, “she’s sweet.” Zayn nods slowly in response. I turn back to Andreah.

She smiles brightly at me. “Do you have your things packed for the week or should we pick them up at your house after school?”

“No, it’s okay. I’m packed; it’s all in my locker.”

“Perfect,” her smile brightens, “so we can just go straight to my house then. But, I have cheer practice right after school. So, are you okay with staying an hour after school every day? You can go to the library or watch the practice or something.”

I nod. “Yeah, that’ll be fine.”

“Great! Whatever you decide to do, just meet me at the bus stop at four.”

“The bus stop? Don’t you have your license?” I ask and immediately regret it. What if she doesn’t have her driver’s license and is embarrassed about it? Shit, I shouldn’t have asked that.

But luckily, Andreah laughs. “Yeah but no car unfortunately,” she shrugs, “good thing they have a bus that leaves after cheer.”

“Andreah!” A group of cheerleaders call from across the stage. She nods at them.

“Okay, well I have to go. I will see you at four. Nice meeting you, Liam.” She flashes her white teeth once more before flicking her ponytail and joining her fellow pep-squad members.

“That smile never leaves her face, does it?” Zayn asks.

“I mean seriously. That’ll get annoying after a while,” Niall comments.

I smile, “I like her.”

 

~~~

 

“Whoa-”

“No snarky comments right now,” Liam interrupts me. “Let me finish.”

I gesture for him to continue on.

 

~~~

 

“I don’t think I could stand being around someone that energetic and happy for a week,” Zayn says.

“Then be happy you don’t have to,” I laugh. I notice how empty the theater has gotten. “I think it’s time to go back to class, boys. I will see you at lunch.”

***

The final bell rings and I walk with Louis to the football field. The good thing about Louis being bought by a football player is that he has to stay after school with me because of practices. And why on earth would I go to the library when I could watch cheerleaders?

 

~~~

 

I crack up hysterically. “You were such a freshman.”

“Okay, little Miss ‘three-months-into-being-a-sophomore,’” Liam shoots back.

I sigh, “Fair enough.”

 

~~~

 

“He said a bunch of the players are coming over after school for a meeting. What the hell are they meeting about?” Louis wonders.

I shrug, “Football?”

“Wouldn’t they just do that at practice?”

I shrug again, “I don’t know. You’ll find out soon enough.”

“I’m freaking out over here, Liam!”

I stop walking and turn to look at him. “Louis, you will be fine. His parents will be home, they won’t let them do anything bad. And think on the bright side, maybe you can make friends with them and then the whole freshman class can fear you.”

Louis laughs sarcastically. “By the way he crushed my hand earlier, I’m not sure it’s going to turn out that way.” He pauses. “That would be pretty sweet though.”

We walk up the bleachers and set our stuff down. I look over to the cheerleaders and I see Andreah calling out orders as she watched them practice. She yells out the counts and stops whenever someone makes a mistake to point out the mess up and then make them start the dance all over. For the next hour, Louis and I sit and watch. Half way through, Andreah catches me watching and waves, smiling. I awkwardly wave back and some of her friends giggle. God, I just made a complete fool of myself. Throughout the whole practice, Andreah manages to keep the smiley, friendly demeanor she always has, even when she become frustrated at the dance. And the other girls seem to love her. During their breaks they always crowd around her and chatter. I start to feel weird watching her every movement, but for some reason, I couldn’t stop. My eyes are just drawn to her, like she’s the chloroplasts and my eyes are the light.

Oh my God, did I just make a photosynthesis reference? I really need to stop paying so much attention in Biology.

Finally, when the hour is done, Louis and I walk back down the bleachers.

“I have to meet Richard at his car. I guess I will see you tomorrow, Liam.” He nods goodbye and as he turns away I hear him mumble, “If I’m not dead by then.”

“Good luck,” I shake my head and walk towards the bus stop in the front of the school. I wait for a few minutes before Andreah comes in a sparkly cheer jacket and with a huge cheer bag, backpack, and gigantic bottle of water in her hand.

“Thanks so much for waiting. I’m sorry I took so long, I had to go all the way back to the locker room to get my stuff.”

“No problem,” I smile at her.

The big yellow school bus pulls up in front of us and the doors squeak open.

“Perfect timing, Donna,” Andreah says as she climbs up the stairs.

I follow as the raspy voiced bus driver replies, “Thanks, honey.” She notices me. “Who’s this?”

“Donna, this is Liam. Liam this is Donna,” she introduces. Donna holds out her gloved hand and I shake it. “Liam is staying with me this week for the slave auction.”

“Nice to meet you, honey,” Donna says before lowering her sunglasses down from her head to rest on her crooked nose. Her short dark hair is pulled back into a ponytail that slips through the back of her baseball cap and her dark blue uniform is too baggy and old.

I follow Andreah to the back of the bus and that is when I notice that we are the only two in here. I am faced with the awkward and difficult decision of if I should sit next to Andreah, or take a seat somewhere else. Finally, I decide to sit one seat in front of her.

“I thought you weren’t going to do the slave auction?” Donna asks as the bus pulls away from the curb.

“I wasn’t but changed my mind last second,” Andreah replies as she pulls out her flip phone.

“Well, good for you honey. That’s the most exciting thing about your senior year here.”

Andreah laughs in response. “I disagree.”

“Oh that’s right,” Donna shakes her head. “You have your little heart set on the Peru trip.”

I see Andreah nod behind me in the big rear view mirror above Donna’s head. “Not sure it’s a possibility for me to go now,” Andreah mutters under her breath, soft enough so Donna doesn’t hear.

After about thirty minutes of small talk between Donna and Andreah, we finally pull up in front of a house. That’s odd. Buses usually pull up to bus stops, not people’s individual houses. Well, I guess since we are the only two here…

The doors squeak open. “Thanks, Donna. See you tomorrow!” Andreah calls as she steps out.

“Have a great day, you two,” Donna smiles showing her yellowing teeth.

“Thank you,” I reply and get out as well. I step onto cracked concrete and look around the neighborhood. From somewhere a loud bird crows nearby as I look at the tiny white houses that line the streets. More like condos, not houses. I’ve never been to this part of the city before. I follow Andreah up the brick path to her front door…

 

~~~

 

“Why’d you stop?” I ask.

Liam pulls his phone out of his pocket and looks at the screen. “It’s six-thirty.”

“Your point?”

“Aren’t we meeting Niall and Daisy in a half-hour?” he asks.

I groan. “But you need to finish,” I whine.

“I can finish later. Besides, I’m not even close to finishing.”

I sigh. “Alright, let me get ready,” I say getting off the bed.

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