{SF}The Torture of Quinn Wiley

[Quinn Wiley]

As if it had not been strange enough for the young man to have been named prom prince (seriously, didn't they have someone else to vote for?) but he apparently now had to be sold. He couldn’t care less if it was for the poor and starving children around the world or to buy the school new vending machines, the fact remained that they expected him to just go along with it. They didn't give him any choice. Because, if he had any choice in the matter at all, he never would have signed up for that. He wouldn’t even be here to see if he could bid on someone. He found that a bit desperate.

And, of course, the packages had to be for a romantic date. Even the private screening screamed romantic date to him, despite the food being hamburgers and not something fancy. Who on earth would want to go on a romantic date with him? Seriously, who? The person he had been the closest to romantic with was being auctioned just before him. And he was not seeing Lucy bidding a single dollar on his person.

He didn't do anything to look any better than what he normally did. He was certain some put on an effort to look good. That French boy was looking too dashing not to have done it on purpose. Somehow, he was glad he was not going right after him, his chances of getting anything would be even slimmer. He had a pair of jeans, maybe even a little too long for him, black sneakers and a black shirt. He kept pulling the collar of it, as if not comfortable in it. He remembered why he didn't wear it that often, it was a bit too close to his body. It showed his large shoulders and if he didn’t have that much fat around the stomach, it also showed he didn’t have that much muscle either. It was a bit late to change of clothes though. The fact he didn't have his camera didn’t help either.

He tried to pay attention to how Lucy’s auction went, figuring it might help him get an idea on how his would. But she was more popular than he happened to be. That was weird, considering her personality, but he figured some guys couldn’t care less if a girl was a bitch when said girl looked like that. Finally, he heard his name being announced. Were they seriously expecting people to speak for themselves? He had no idea what he was supposed to say. But here he was, in the center of the stage (the worst place on earth to be right now). Luckily for him, he heard someone speak for him, saying he was a junior, the prom prince (as if that would make people want to bid more on him) and that he was in the photography club. Of course, once that information was given, a silence came over. Because what else was there to say about Quinn Wiley? She even dare to call him Tarquin, although he supposed he couldn’t quite blame her as it was his name after all and he couldn’t have it changed for Quinn on his legal papers. He was asked if he wanted to add anything. “Not really.” Another silence that ended when they asked for an opening bid. He hated being here. He resisted the urge to pass a hand through his curly hair and stuff them both in the pockets of his pants instead, waiting, certain that the silence would not end and he’ll just have to go back with no bid at all. He just hoped they wouldn’t ask him to come back here later to try again.

[Erin Hackett]

Erin Marie Hackett was a lesbian, this she was one hundred and ten percent sure on. Yes, she had kissed Quinn, but that was to just make sure that she was still gay. After all, she had been spending a lot of time with the guy a while back before they had their 'fight' and she wanted to make sure that she was not falling for him for some odd reason. That was cleared up pretty quick and she honestly would not have been here if Quinn had not reached out to her. He even showed her his power, and that had to mean that they were friends and that he did want her friendship.

Thinking back on it Erin could not help but to feel like a badass, because she got Quinn to accept her as his friend. That had to be something that not just anyone could pull off and it gave her quite the ego boost. Enough of an ego boost that she felt that she needed to support her friend in the whole auction bidding event. He had been forced into it no doubt, so he had to take part in this. While Erin figured there would be people that would be putting a bid on him, she still felt like a good friend would at least show up to show her support for him.

That was why she was here and she would have bided for other, but she didn't really know anyone else. That and she didn't really have the gull to bid on any of the females, even if she really, really, really wanted to. The introductions were out of the way, not much was said, Quinn didn’t look like he wanted to be there, and there was a silence. How much was a good bid to put up for a friend? "One hundred, over here." Erin spoke up with a raised hand. When eyes were on her she started to blush a little and slowly lower her hand. It still counted but now she was tempted to use her power and hide out until the auction was over. She had supported her friend and that was all that mattered.

[Elsa Bellefonte]

Well, time had passed now, which meant that it was time to draw all the auctions to the close, bids or not. As Quinn had been one of the prom court, Elsa had been at least slightly intrigued by his auction. It turned out to be almost depressing: only on person bid on him, and she seemed almost shy about it. Well, no one else seemed willing to spend an evening with the cankerous young man.

So Elsa gave the signal the the person running the auction. The auctioneer would wrap things up from there: Quinn would go to Erin Hackett for the sum of $100. It was up to the them to figure out how they'd handle things from there.

"At least they have packages where they won't have to talk to one another," Elsa mumbled to herself, before smiling slightly and wandering off, leaving the auction to wrap itself up however it went.

[Quinn Wiley]

Quinn was actually thankful of Erin for raising her voice and make an offer. He knew the girl was not the most comfortable in crowds. There was something pathetic though in the fact he was won by his lesbian friend. Luckily, not too many people knew her, at least he believed so, so that would not be an information everyone would mention to further humiliate him. The moment she offered a hundred, he was tempted to do three things. One, thank her so that he wouldn’t just go back without anyone bidding on him. Two, ask her how on earth she could think that anyone would believe he was worth a hundred dollars. And three, ask the auctioneer to accept the offer and move on. But they wouldn’t just do that. It was not like they were about to give the lot to the first person giving the price they wanted to fetch from it. Or him, as it turned out right now. Quinn however knew there would not likely be anyone else to speak up and offer more.

He sighed heavily of relief when they finally understood the same thing and said Erin won the date with the ‘prom prince’ for the sum of one hundred dollars. He didn’t care if that turned out to be the lowest price one fetched. He was just glad this was over. He could leave the stage where he was not comfortable.

Once that was done, he made his way through the crowd and to Erin. “Thanks,” he said slowly. His tone might not seem to show he was as thankful as his word claimed him to be. Neither did his attitude but he was. She was caught with him now. He bet she didn’t expect that. “If you pick the movie, I promise not to make you cry this time.” But she might as well choose any of the three options. It was not like either of them believed there was anything more to it than friendship between them. Not like there could be anything more, if they could call that weird relationship friendship.

[Erin Hackett]

If Erin would have known that she was going to be the only one who dared put up a bid, she would have jumped it up higher herself. She didn't think Quinn was worth one hundred dollars, he was worth a bit more than that. Statistically speaking, a guy with his IQ, skill with photography, and his family background was certainly worth more than one hundred dollars. Would it been fine if she jumped the bid herself? Could she do such a thing? It already took a lot to raise her hand and say something the first time. The eyes on her and she almost ended up using her power to vanish right out of there.

Thankfully she won the auction without any trouble and while she did feel bad that no one spoke up some more for Quinn, she did remember how the guy was. He was not really all that friendly so probably didn't have many friends that would show up to support him. Now she was tempted to get him out there more and score him a lady friend. She might not have been able to score with the ladies but surely enough she could hook a friend up, right? Erin still did feel pretty cool that she had won the Prom Prince. Which was odd that he got such a position but more people were not here, so then...she just choose to not think too deeply about it as Quinn came over to her.

"No problem, that is what friends are for." Erin responded as she gave him a small smile, calming down now that people were moving about to get ready for the next auction. Quinn didn't seem any different than normal but she figured he would not have said thank you if he didn't mean it. Then he brought up one of the packages they could go to and how he promised he would not make her cry. She was quickly reaching out to punch him in his shoulder. "Shh! That never happened. I don't know what you are talking about. Baka." Erin quickly said as she crossed her arms across her chest. They were so not doing the romantic dinner thing, outside was a no-no, and so they so would be going to the movies.

"So uh...yeah we are doing the movie thing. I'll let you know the perfect time for it and then we will meet up there. Cool?" Erin informed him and then asked if that was okay by him. It was she who won him after all but part of her felt like she should let him pick. Nah, he is mine! I own him! Bow down and fear my dragon! Erin thought to herself as she thought of this like in the world of video games.