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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1. Packing

***AUTHOR'S NOTE*** I added more to this chapter so make sure to re-read it if you haven't read it already! Sorry this took so long, Last Girls (I think that's what I'm calling you) I've been planning this all summer. Please LIKE, comment, and favorite! Love you all!!<333

“Do you want to pack these jeans?”

Liam looks over from where he is kneeling down in the middle of his room surrounded by clothes. “No, they have a lot of holes.”

“Thought so. Into the trash, then,” I say and throw the blue denim into the bin.

“Thank you, for helping me pack, Jenna.”

“Liam,” I laugh, “you’ve said that like a billion times already.”

“Well, who else is lucky enough to have a girlfriend who will waste a Saturday to help him pack for college?”

“You’re right. Tell me, why am I wasting my Saturday to help you?”

“Because you loooooove me,” he answers, exaggerating the ‘love.’

I giggle and roll my eyes. “Right. That.”

We continue to work, him folding clothes and putting them in his suitcase and me pulling the clothes out of his closet. I feel my cheeks fall a little, out of my giggling expression I had before.

Liam is leaving in a week.

We hadn’t really talked about this that much, avoiding the conversation every chance we could. He was moving to go to some college across the country. Meanwhile, I have to stay here and start my sophomore year. Without him. And it scares me because I don’t know what is going to happen once he leaves. We haven’t had that conversation yet. But, I have a feeling it isn’t going to be a happy one. I don’t really believe in long distance relationships, because, well, what’s the point? He’s going to a new school and will want to start fresh. I don’t want to hold him back. And we probably won’t even see each other, so it will be like we aren’t even really dating.

My mind flashes back to when I tried to have the conversation with Liam a couple months ago. Admittedly, it was a terrible time for me to do it. We were just about to leave to go take pictures with our friends before prom, when I saw the college acceptance letter on his desk. Of course, it wasn’t the first time I had seen it, but I was nervous all day and seeing the letter at that moment made me doubt everything. I wanted answers.

“Maybe tonight is a mistake,” I had said, eyes locked onto the letter.

“What? Prom?” he asked, slipping on his shoes.

“No… What we’re doing after prom.”

I saw Liam straighten out of the corner of my eye and walk over to me. He cupped the bottom of my chin gently, forcing me to look at him.

“Do you really mean that? Or are you just nervous? Because I’ve asked you a bunch of times if you were sure and you said-”

“I know,” I interrupted harshly and he let go of my chin.

“Jenna, what is it?”

I breathed out slowly. “It’s just you’re moving and we’ll probably break up by the end of summer-”

“You don’t know that.”

“What, you actually want to try the long distance thing?”

“Maybe…”

“Liam it won’t work. We aren’t going to last,” I explained, feeling tears start to form.

“All relationships are going to end at some point,” he said, grabbing my hand. “That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be in them while you can.”

“But-”

“Liam! Jenna! You guys are going to be late if you don’t leave now!” Liam’s mom had called from downstairs- probably saving us from an argument without knowing it.

“Coming!” Liam called back. He turned to me. “Jen, we can talk about this later. But, right now, we have to go.”

He tugged me out of the room, my purple dress flowing behind me.

I snap out of my memory at the feeling of Liam’s hand on my arm. I didn’t even realize he had gotten up. He reaches out for me to take his hand and I do. He pulls me up, off my knees so that I am standing in front of him. He looks at me sadly and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me in for a hug. I can tell it is going to be a long one when he sets his chin down on my shoulder. I instinctually wrap my arms around his neck.

“You’re making that face again,” he says.

“What face?”

“The same face you made right before we left for prom.”

“Liam,” I say, trying to mask my sadness. “I’m fine, really.”

“We have a week, you know. We still have plenty of time left to be together.”

“Not enough.” I sigh.

“Come on,” he says as he pulls away. “Don’t think about it now. I have to pee. Can you start emptying out my bookshelf please?”

“Sure.”

“Thank you,” he says sweetly before pecking my lips and then leaving.

I sigh and make my way over to his brown wooden bookshelf. I am about to pull out a few small books when a large one catches me eye. It’s our school yearbook. I pull it out and open it up to random page. Of course, it’s the ‘Slave Auction’ page. The picture on the top of the page is of all 20 of us girls standing on the stage together. Below it are a bunch of random pictures from the auction and the rehearsals. There is one of me on stage in the stupid white shirt and shorts. You couldn’t see my green bra, though, so that’s good. I laugh quietly as I flip to Liam’s senior picture. He is so handsome.

I put the big book on the table next to me and spy three more books just like it. I pick up his junior book and look at his picture and then do the same with his sophomore year one.

He looks so different!

I set them on top of the other book and then grab his freshman year one. I open it up to a random page. I am about to start flipping through to look for Liam’s picture, when a different photo catches my eye. It’s a photo on the ‘Slave Auction’ page. I see a group of ten guys and ten girls lined up on stage- not just 20 girls. I pick up his junior and sophomore yearbooks again and flip them to the same pages. In those yearbooks, there are only girls on the stage.

Weird.

I turn back to the freshman yearbook and this time, a particular face in the group on stage sticks out to me. And then, four more faces do. My boyfriend and his four best friends- each in a white t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans- are standing up on the theater stage. Liam, Harry, Niall, Louis, and Zayn all stand next to each other in matching clothes. I hear myself gasp slightly.

“What are you looking at?” I hear Liam ask from the doorway.

I look up. “What’s this?”

“My freshman year yearbook, I believe.”

“No,” I say as I walk towards him and thrust the book in his hands. “What’s this picture?”

I hear Liam groan slightly. “I was hoping you would never see this.”

I try to hold back my laughter but it doesn’t work. “You were in the slave auction?”

“Yeah…”

“I thought boys weren’t allowed in the slave auction?” I ask, still suppressing laughter.

“They were back then,” he answers monotone.

“Well, what happened?”

“It’s a…” Liam pauses. “It’s a long story.”

I sit down on the ground in the middle of Liam’s clothes. “I’ve got time.”

“Not that much time,” he says, walking over to the bookshelf to place the heavy black book back on top of the others.  “That’ll teach me to never leave you alone in my room ever again.”

I giggle. “Li! Come on! Tell me!” He shakes his head again and I know I have to try harder. I stick my bottom lip out and pout. “Pleeeeeeeease.”

He laughs and shakes his head again. “No. Besides, we have work to do.”

“Technically,” I begin as I stand up, “you have work to do. Work that your amazing girlfriend is so graciously wasting her Saturday to help you with.”

“I knew you would use that against me someday. I didn’t know it would be so soon, though.” I give him the puppy-dog look some more. Then he shakes his head. Again.

“Don’t you get dizzy from shaking your head so often?” I ask, playfully.

“I’s a price you have to pay when your girlfriend is nosy.”

“Hey! I am not nos- Stop changing the subject and answer the question.”

“And what if I don’t?” he asks, turning to start packing again.

“Then I’ll… Kick you.” I smirk. “And you know I keep my promises.”

He laughs, “That I do.” I watch him as he continues to fold things into his suitcase and then sit back in my spot on the carpeted floor. I knew he thought that I was going to end the interrogation- but, please. I’m not going to give up that easy.

“So, um, why was your year in the auction the last year with boys in it?” I question casually.

I hear him sigh. “Because that was the year boys got kicked out of the auction.”

“Why?”

“That’s the long story part.” He pauses as he folds a black t-shirt, focusing carefully, a large contradiction to the way he was just tossing things in carelessly a couple minutes earlier. “Plus I’m not really supposed to talk about it.”

My ears perk up a little. “Why not?”

“Because I made a promise.”

“To who? About what?”

He stops folding and turns his head to look at me. “And you say you’re not nosy.” He smirks.

I quickly go back to pulling things out of his closet. “I’m just curious,” I speak casually. He laughs. “So, um, back to this promise?”

“What about it?”

“Well, what was the promise made about?” I ask standing up with a pile of clothes in my hand.

“To not talk about what happened in the slave auction freshman year.” I hand him the clothes as he avoids my eye contact.

“And,” I say as I sit on his old bed, that squeaks just like it usually does underneath me, beside his suitcase. I push on one of the wheels at the bottom of the bag to get it to spin and it makes a clicking noise every time it goes around once completely. “And why aren’t you allowed to talk about it?”

“Because I made a promis- Ow! Will you quit kicking me?” he asks as he bends down to rub his shin.

“I’m sorry, my leg just had some sort of weird spasm there,” I say as sweetly as I can.

“Right, I’m sure that’s what it was,” he laughs.

“But seriously!” I’m getting aggravated. “What happened that you aren’t supposed to tell me?”

“Jenna.” Liam laughs. “If I answered that question, it would defeat the whole point of me not being allowed to tell you what happened.”

“Exactly!” I exclaim.

Liam laughs just as a buzz sounds from his pocket, and I watch as he pulls out his phone. The smile on his face slowly morphs into a look of confusion.

“Is everything alright?” I ask.

Whatever it is, I better still be able to get the story out of him.

It takes him a few seconds to comprehend my question, before he lifts his chin up as if to show me he was paying attention to me, but by the way his eyes stay glued to his phone, I can tell that I didn’t. His mind was somewhere else. “Everything is fine.”

“Who is it?”

He finishes whatever he is typing and then slips his phone back into the front of his jeans. “Alright, Jenna.”

What does that mean?

“What?” I ask out loud.

“I will tell you the story.” He smirks slowly. “Since I know you won’t stop bugging me until I do.”

Well that was… Easier than I thought.

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