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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13. The Party- Liam's Story

***AUTHOR'S NOTE***

I know. I still suck. I am truly sorry of my horrible timing. School is rough. Please forgive me, my Last Girls.

Love you, Rileyes.

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 I sneak out of Harry’s house quickly, to avoid an awkward confrontation with Anne. Once, out of the door, I rush to my bike and start on my way back to Liam’s. My mind doesn’t stop racing during the 30 minute ride with the new information I gained.

The football players stole the slave auction money.

Louis helped the football players steal the slave auction money by mooning everyone at the second auction to cause a distraction.

The football team used the money to throw a huge party.

The box with the money was kept in was in Richard’s closet.

That girl Nicole definitely really liked Harry and he was too dumb to realize it.

Harry likes Ashley and slept with her and that other random cheerleader in one night.

Harry is man-slut.

Zain is snoopy.

Niall is a happy drunk.

Liam and Andreah were acting weird.

Liam and Andreah disappeared most of the night- oh, God were they doing what Harry was doing when he kept disappearing and going upstairs with those girls? Oh my God! I’m going to be sick, how could he-?

Can’t think about that now; it was in the past, it doesn’t matter.

But, still, ew.

The principal and the police ended the party.

Andreah, Veronica, and Natalie got away.

The football team got away.

The boys stayed to take the blame.

It is nearly sunset when I pull up to Liam’s house. I rest my bike against the wall next to the front door and enter the house without knocking since I know both of Liam’s parents will be visiting his grandpa. Ever since Liam’s father and Liam’s grandpa made up, Liam’s parents visit him every Sunday evening. It makes me happy thinking that their family can be together again.

I knock on Liam’s door.

“Come in.”

I open the door a bit and see Liam sitting on the floor, still sorting things into boxes. His closet and dresser were now completely empty, as were his shelves and most of his cupboards.

“Where’d you put your cross-country awards?” I ask, sitting beside him. This past year, I watched Liam win many medals and trophies at different races and events. He was Varsity captain and so he had to attend all of the many meets, and I went with him to most of them- even to the ones that were hours away and lasted all day in the hot sun. I didn’t mind though. He loved the sport so much and he appreciated me being there to cheer him on- not that he needed a cheerleader though, since he was amazing at it anyway.

“I put them in the box labeled ‘attic.’”

I frown. “No, but they’re so pretty.”

“They’ll be in a better place,” he chuckles.

It becomes silent between us. Not an awkward silence but there was definitely tension in it.

“How was Louis’?” He asks.

“I… I didn’t go to Louis’.”

His eyebrows raise, surprise. “Oh?”

I look down, not wanting to meet his eyes. “I went to Harry’s.”

It is silent and I hear Liam’s phone buzz. I feel him staring at me and I can’t help but look up at him. He glares at me.

“You did what.” He says, more of a statement rather than a question.

“I went over and asked him about the story. And he told me- a lot.”

“What did he tell you?” Liam asks moving forward.

I breathe. “Just about the party. Well, what he knows of it anyway. About finding the money box in Richard’s closet, about the fire, about Louis trying to take the blame alone but you guys stay with him, and details about Harry’s time with two different girls. He ended where the principal and the police walk in.”

Liam rolls his eyes and turns his back towards me. “Of all people, you went to Harry’s.”

I inch towards him on the carpet. “I wasn’t going to see Louis! And I’m not really close with Niall and Zayn anymore-”

“Oh, and you’re so close with Harry?” he asks, angrily.

“No, I just-” I lower my voice to sound clam. “I just wanted answers.

“Why does this matter so much to you Jenna?” He slightly turns to face me.

“I don’t know. I just want to know what’s the big deal. Why won’t you tell me what happened?”

He remains silent.

“If it is because of Andreah, I want you to know I don’t care. It was in the past; it doesn’t hurt me,” I lie. “It’s over now. We are together.”

He turns away from me again. “It’s not just about Andreah.”

I slowly place my hand on his back, and rub gently before moving up to his shoulders to message them with both hands. “Please, don’t be mad at me.”

He touches my hand, stopping the movement, and turns to face me. His facial features are softer than they were a few seconds ago. “I’m not mad.” He pauses. “I just don’t like the idea of you and Harry being alone together in his room.”

I roll my eyes. “Nothing happened, Liam. You know I would never do that. I love you.”

Liam smiles and stares into my eyes with sincere admiration. “I love you, too.” He slowly leans in and kisses my lips softly. He pulls back and whispers, “Alright. I will tell you everything. Just please, there are some romantic things that happen between me and Andreah. I don’t want you mad at me.”

“I’m alright. Just please don’t be too specific.”

He nods and starts. “So, after the first night at Andreah’s, every night after that was pretty much the same. Watching cheer practice, doing homework, and helping her sew her prom dress. Over the weekend we just hung out and watched TV. And then there was the night before the release ceremony…

 

~~~

 

“We’ve been at it for three hours, I think we can call it a night,” Andreah says, turning off the machine. She smiles at me and folds the fabric up. “Thank you so much for all your help this past weekend, Liam. It means a lot.”

“No problem,” I say as she puts the machine back in her closet. I actually liked working on the dress with her. It was definitely better than doing homework, and I got to sit and talk with Andreah. But there was something I just needed to ask. And since it was my last night with her, I think this would be the perfect time. “Andreah?”

“Yeah?”

“Why did you bid on me? You told Louis you were saving your money for the senior trip to Peru.”

“I kind of had to,” she says as she sits down on the edge of her bed.

“Oh.” I’m a little insulted that it was an “I had to” instead of an “I wanted to.”

“Don’t get me wrong,” she speaks up. “I wanted to as soon as I saw your paper when me and the other girls were picking the auction line up. But I knew I couldn’t because you would be too expensive being one of the last ones on the list.”

“So,” I sit down next to her, “why did you ‘kind of have to’ bid on me?”

She sighs and puts her hands in her lap. “I overheard the football team at one of the practices. They had this whole plan; to buy one of the guys at the auction and use him to steal money from the auction. What for? Who knows. But they wanted to use you. And, I don’t know, I didn’t want you to get involved, because, well, I like you.” She avoids my eye contact as she stumbles through this sentence.

I put my hand on her hand, “Thank you.”

She releases a breath and meets my gaze. “I feel terrible, though. Even though they didn’t get you, one of them bought Louis. So, they are just using him for their plan.”

I feel some panic rise in me. “What does this mean? Won’t he be in a shit ton of trouble? Does he even know about this?”

“Liam, relax,” she smiles. “He knows about everything and he loves it. He thinks it’s funny and the whole football team treats him like a king. They even stopped bullying Niall for him.”

I roll my eyes. “What an idiot.”

“Liam,” Andreah says, seriously. “You can’t tell anyone about this. If anyone knows you know or if you try to wreck their plan they will make your life miserable. It’s not worth it. I learned it’s best to not be involved. I know that sounds awful, but I have to protect myself. I don’t need enemies.”

“But, what about your trip?”

“I’m sure there will be another opportunity for me to go to Peru at some point,” she smiles lightly.

“I’m so sorry, Andreah. You didn’t have to do any of this for me.”

She shrugs, “You’re right. I guess I wanted to.”

Her bright eyes meet mine and I know this is the moment I have been waiting for all week. My hand grazes her soft cheek and she doesn’t move away. I lean in slowly and kiss her. Our kiss is soft at first, and because I am completely inexperienced in this field I let her take control, moving my mouth in sync with hers. I love every second; her sweet taste, her softness, her slight movements. I just want more. I move one arm behind her back and one under her legs to pick her up and sit her sideways in my lap. We were no longer in an awkward position next to each other, so she could easily wrap her arms around my neck and I could wrap mine around her waist.

I am so lost in her kiss that I barely hear a little voice in the doorway say, “Can someone help me make mac and cheese?”

Andreah instantly gets off of me and wipes her mouth. “Yes, Beth, I will be right there.”

“Thank you.” Beth smirks at both of us before leaving the room. “Don’t take too long please, or I’ll have to come back in there.”

Andreah lets out a small, uncomfortable laugh.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that,” I say, feeling embarrassed.

Andreah turns towards me and bends down a little so her face is level with mine since I am still sitting. “Don’t be.” She kisses me again, biting my lip gently before pulling away. I watch her ponytail flick back and forth as she leaves the room.

***

I put my bowl of macaroni and cheese in the dishwasher. “Goodnight, Beth.”

“Goodnight, Liam,” her light voice replies. “Sweet dreams.”

“Sweet dreams.”

Andreah follows Beth to her room to tuck her in and I go to the bathroom. I can’t stop thinking about that kiss. The way her arms felt around me, the way her lips moved against mine.

I lose the urge to pee so I leave and walk to Andreah’s room to continue sewing her dress as usual. I walk into the room and see her sitting on the bed in a robe.

“Can you close the door?” she asks me quietly.

I do as she asks, my fingertips feeling tingly and my head going fuzzy. I turn back around to see Andreah stand up and slowly take off her robe, revealing her completely naked body.

“Whoa.”

Andreah giggles a little. “I’m sorry. I’ve never done this before.”

“Done what?”

She smirks at me and reaches out her hand, “Come here.”

I slowly walk closer to her, my eyes not being able to move from her chest, and she then pulls my shirt off over my head. “I have to be honest, I didn’t see this coming. I don’t really know what to do.”

Andreah smiles at me. “Just go with it.” She grabs my hands and places them on her chest. Her cold finger traces down my abdomen and reaches the top of my jeans slowly until I can’t take it any longer. I wrap one arm around her back and pull her against me. Our lips meet and our movements are quick. I pick her up and move us over to the bed to lay her down on her back.

“Go slower, Liam,” she whispers.

“Sorry,” I speak, heat rising in my cheeks.

She leans forward and continues kissing my lips, then down to my jaw, then down to my neck. It’s not until I open my eyes that I realize I had closed them.

I want her so badly.

I begin to unbutton my pants as she pulls out a small plastic square from the drawer in her bedside table.

***

“Louis is making me come. Come with me, it might be fun.”

Andreah shakes her head. “I don’t know, Liam. I’ve gone to a billion of these parties over the past three years. I’ve learned there’s better things to do with my time than get drunk at some party with people hooking up to overly loud music. I will just work on my dress.”

“Okay,” I say, sitting down in her leather desk chair. “I will help you.”

She shakes her head, “No, you go. Have fun.”

“It won’t be fun without you.”

She smiles brightly at me. “That’s sweet of you. But, Louis really wants you all to go.”

I pout at her.

“Besides, maybe if you come over after I will have a little surprise for you,” her full lips pull into a seductive smirk.

I feel myself smirk back as my brown eyes meet her green ones and I pull her forward to stand in between my legs. I wrap my arms around her waist. “In that case, I might leave the party a few hours early.”

She giggles and our lips meet.

***

“She has more important and better things to do than go to this lame party,” I explain to Harry.

Harry smirks at me. “You sure about that?”

I am about to ask him what he means by this when he looks and nods in a direction over my shoulder. I turn around and see Andreah in a group of her cheerleader friends holding a red cup.

Why would she make a big point about not wanting to come and then come anyway?

I walk speedily over there, grab her hand, and pull her over to a wall.

“What are you doing here?” I ask.

“I was looking for you!” she exclaims. I eye the cup in her hands. “I’m not drinking; my friends just forced me to take one.”

“Why are you looking for me?”

“Liam, you shouldn’t be here. They’re using the stolen money from the auction to fund this party. We have to go.”

I notice Harry and some girl walk upstairs together.

“What about my friends?”

“Try to get them to come with us. But, Liam, we have to hurry the police could be here any second!”

“Why would the police come here?”

“I might have left an anonymous tip to the school about the party and the money situation…” Andreah says, not meeting my gaze.

“You did what? What happened to not making enemies?” I ask, getting pretty worried about what is about to happen.

“Liam, think about what they did! They stole thousands of dollars. I know I said not to get involved but the guilt has been eating me up. That money belongs to the school to fund programs, instead it’s being used to fund this stupid party. I couldn’t let it go.”

“Andreah, one of my best friends could get expelled!”

“He did it to himself, Liam! He willingly helped and he loved every second of it.”

“What choice did he really have? He was living at one of the football players’ house for a week… That could have been me if it wasn’t for you. That could be me about to get expelled! You don’t care?”

“Of course I care, Liam. That’s why I came to get you, please come with me.”

“I need to get my friends out too.”

Andreah rolls her eyes. “Fine. I will wait in the car. Just, please, please hurry.” She stands on her tip toes to lean up and kiss me goodbye.

I run to the living room to find any one of my friends. Soon, I find blonde haired Niall, swaying near the couch. The odor of all of the alcohol he had consumed stung my eyes.

“Payno!” he shouted when he saw me.

“Niall, we have to go, Bud.”

“Why? I am having so much fun!”

“We just have to, Niall, please come with me. Something bad is about to happen.”

“Oh, don’t be such a worry wart. Just because you aren’t having any fun doesn’t mean you have to ruin everyone else’s!” He shoves me weakly and begins to walk slowly with drowsy eyes towards the kitchen. “I’m going to find the sexy Veronica.”

I roll my eyes and decide to give up on him. He is a difficult drunk. I make my way towards the dance floor to find Zayn and Natalie. Instead I find Louis in the middle of the crowd, with two girls grinding on him.

I walk up the stairs to find Harry. I knock on room after room trying to find him. I get to one locked bedroom and when I knock, I hear a familiar raspy voice.

“Zain!”

“Liam? I’m a little busy at the moment,” I hear him yell through the door. A giggle from Natalie follows.

“Zain, we have to leave right now! Something bad is going to happen-”

“Piss off, Liam!” he interrupts. I am not surprised to hear the sound of bed creaks soon after that.

I sigh, and as I walk back down the stairs, I pass right by Ashley leading a dumbstruck Harry up the stairs.

Well, screw them. I tried to save their asses and they don’t care.

I walk outside. The night air is cold and foggy. It didn’t surprise me, it being one in the morning, that all other houses on the street were pitch black. How no one filed a noise complaint yet beats me.

I notice Andreah sitting on the lawn shivering. I rush over, taking off my jacket. I quickly wrap her in it, startling her a little.

“What’s wrong?” I ask worried.

“I’m sorry I was so rude to you earlier,” she says to me, the tip of her noise and cheeks bright red. “I’m such a bitch tattle-tale. I shouldn’t have done it, I know. But the guilt was eating me.”

“It’s fine, Andreah. We just have to worry about leaving now. What’s done is done.” My warm breath is visible on the cold night air.

“Where are the others?”

“Those horny bastards won’t listen to me,” I shrug. “Let’s just go.”

We hear screams from inside. Andreah and I run to the place where the sound comes from, the kitchen.

“Who wants to see me eat some more fire?” a skinny, tan boy asks standing in the middle of the kitchen. He is holding what looks like a giant match and a lighter.

The crowd around him cheers and the lighter ignites. He brings it up to the big stick in his hand and soon enough it catches fire. The room begins to fill with cheers of drunken teenagers as the boy raises the stick to his face, opens his mouth, and then closes his mouth around the flame. He pulls out the now charred, unlit stick. More drunken cheers erupt.

“Liam, we should go,” Andreah says, pulling on my sleeve.

“Now, who wants to see me blow fire?” the boy says, picking up a weird looking bottle next to him and pouring the liquid in his mouth.

The cheers are unanimous.

“That is really bad idea,” I say, but it is drowned out by the chanting.

“Liam, now!” Andreah shouts.

But I can’t help but watch on as the boy spits out the liquid onto the lit stick. There is large burst of flames and the fire jumps to the cabinets right in front of the boy. They quickly engulf in flames.

“Fire!” someone shouts. The room quickly begins to empty. Richard, Louis and Harry run into the room and rush to put out the fire. The white cabinets are badly marked.

“How do I explain this to my parents?” Richard asks in disbelief.

“Just say you were cooking something and a towel caught fire,” Louis says..

 “Yeah. Because my parents will believe that I tried cooking.”

“Why the hell did you punch that guy?” Harry asks urgently. “What was he going to do?”

“Harry, it’s complicated,” Louis says.

“Oh look, another secret my best friend is keeping from me.”

“Harry, I’m sorry but I can’t-”

The sound of sirens interrupt him.

“The cops are here! Everyone get out!” Someone yells.

The music cuts out and people start squeezing through any exit they can.

Richard’s eyes grow wide. He grabs Louis by the shoulders. “Lou, you have to help me.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Louis pushes him towards the back door. “You and the guys just get far away from here.”

“Thank you so much, Lou. I owe you.” And with that, Richard and a few other football players follow the crowd running.

“Louis, what the hell is going on?” Harry asks angrily. I grab Andreah’s hand.

He shakes his head. “You just need to get Liam, Niall and Zayn out of here.”

“There you two are! We need to get out of here!” Niall runs up to the group Zayn, Natalie, and Veronica behind him. I join the group, pulling Andreah behind me so we aren’t just watching from afar.

“That’s just what I was telling Harry,” Louis explains. “You guys have to go.”

“Aren’t you coming too?” I ask.

“I can’t.”

“You don’t have to take the damn blame for them, Louis,” Zayn pleads.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Louis rolls his eyes.

“We know about the money,” Harry speaks. “We found the box in Richard’s room.”

So, they all know.

“What’s going on?” a sobering Niall asks.

Except Niall.

“I promise I will explain later just please, guys, leave.”

Harry shakes his head. “I’m staying with you. I’m not letting you take all this blame on your own. I think it’s stupid for you to do this, but I’m not leaving you. I’m not letting my best friend go through this alone.”

“Same here,” Zayn says. “Maybe they will go easier if there’s more than one person behind it.”

“That’s stupid, no they won’t,” Louis argues. “Just leave.”

An idea enters my brain and I instantly reprimand myself for giving myself the idea.

I don’t want to do this.

I watch as Louis gives Harry pleading eyes and Harry’s expression mirrors his.

I turn to Andreah. “You have to get out of here. Take the girls in your car and let Veronica drive. You haven’t been drinking, right?” Veronica shakes her head. “Good. Let her drive. Just get far away from here. Okay? I will call you in the morning.”

“But, I can d-” Andreah starts before I quickly pull her into a hug.

“I don’t want anyone knowing you called the cops, okay?” I whisper into her neck. “Pretend you were here to drink tonight. So no one will try to blame you.”

“Thank you,” she whispers back before kissing me and heading towards the back door. Veronica and Natalie do the same to Niall and Zayn before following her.

“You all make me sick,” Harry says.

“You guys should go too. Don’t do this,” Louis begs one last time.

We all just sit on the couch. A second later, the police barge in. Along with the high school principal.

 

~~~

 

Ring. Ring.

“My mom is calling me,” I say apologetically to Liam. “Hang on.”

“To what?” he jokes.

I roll my eyes at him and answer my cell phone. “Hi, Mom.”

“Hi, Jenna. How are you?”

“I’m good. I’m just helping Liam pack. What’s up?”

“I just wanted to tell you that your father and I are coming home tomorrow.”

“Really? That’s great!”

“Yes, we are looking forward to seeing you. We were thinking maybe we could have a nice dinner. Maybe we can finally meet that boyfriend of yours?”

My heart begins to pound. The thought of introducing Liam to my parents terrified me. It’s not like I hadn’t introduced them yet on purpose, the timing just never worked out. Every time they would come home for a weekend, Liam would have a cross-country meet or practice. He couldn’t miss them. I had kind of liked that it never worked out though because every time I think about them meeting I worry about something going horribly wrong.

“Uh, yeah. I will ask him about it.”

“Great!” My mom exclaims excitedly. “I will see you tomorrow. Love you.”

“Love you too,” I say, exiting the call. I let out a sigh and turn to Liam who was still sitting on the floor, comfortably in story telling position. “They want to have you over for dinner tomorrow night.”

“Sounds fun. Tell them I will be there,” he says, smiling up at me.

I send the text to my mom telling her that Liam will come. She sends back a happy face emoji. “You aren’t nervous to meet them?” I question, sitting back down on the carpet.

Liam shrugs. “Not really. I can tell you are though.” He laughs lightly.

“I just worry a lot.”

He kisses my forehead. “I know.” A buzz comes from his phone.

“Well?”

“Well what?” He looks at me confused.

“Who said you could stop telling the story?” 

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