FRIDAY • MARCH 20, 2015
"Okay! That was one-hundred dollars for Lola; sold to Harry Mitchel, UCLA's hottest geek!" Sofia announced in the microphone happily as Lola excitedly hurried to the front of the stage, where Harry was going up to. "Oh, and just a reminder, just because we are auctioning ourselves doesn't mean we are objects, okay, asswipes? This doesn't mean that we are submitting ourselves to you, and it certainly doesn't mean that we no longer have consent! So if you do anything to my girls, I will personally-" Nobody was listening to Sofia anymore, and even Sofia shut up when Harry and Lola began to make out right in front of everybody—tongue, even, and he was touching her body.
"Um..." Sofia trailed off. "Okay, stupid crap-tards, that's enough! Nobody wants to see you two hook up. Get out!" Sofia yelled, and the two instantly pushed each other away, fear in their eyes. Harry whispered something to Lola before he went back to his seat, and Lola went back to her spot behind Sofia.
Everyone waited, hearts pounding fast at Sofia's expected outburst. Finally, Sofia spoke, "Okay then, since that nightmare is over, it's time for me to be auctioned!" she grinned only for a few seconds before all the happy emotion from her face drained out and was replaced by a grim one. "Just saying, if any of you leave me auctioned off to a total loser, then I'll make sure to ruin your lives. Start bidding...now!"
And the bids began, from fifty dollars to two hundred dollars real quick.
"Two-hundred fifty!" said a boy from the back, determined, but was immediately downgraded by one of the jocks (and also one of the hottest boys in UCLA)—Cole.
"Three hundred!" Cole shouted, and nobody else spoke. Sofia grinned widely, satisfied with who her date was going to be.
"Three hundred dollars going once...twice..." But before she could say the last word, a holler filled the air, from another boy at the back.
"Five hundred dollars!" Sofia's eyes widened at Shawn, who everybody looked at. He had a smug grin on his face, and looked straight into Sofia's eyes, waiting for her to start the count.
"Cole?" Sofia whispered and looked at the jock, who only looked defeated and wasn't saying anything. Sofia huffed, looking anywhere but at Shawn. "Five hundred dollars going once...twice...sold to that idiot!"
Shawn bit his lip and made his way to the stage, everyone watching intently as he stepped in front of Sofia and leaned so that his lips were right beside her ear. "I'll pick you up at six tomorrow. Dress casual. No heels, no skirts." He pulled away, grazing his lips purposely against her jawline, making her breath hitch slightly. With a smirk still on his face, he walked back to his spot in the crowd.
Sofia cleared her throat. "Whatever you want to do is between you and your auctioned girl, so plan it out. Remember, you hurt any of my girls and do anything un-consensual—I will hurt you ten times worse. Now...let's go, whores!"
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