Choose Your Prize (George Shelley/Union J)

Chapter Three: Killer

Hey guys! 150 views already<3 In the last chapter I gave subliminal hints about Ingrid and in this chapter I think we're going to try to get into her head a little bit, yeah? How about that? This isn't a sob story about a depressed girl who meets boy and is better. No- Ingrid is not depressed. I just want to show how intelligent she is, and how isolated from the world she actually is. It's quite nice, really.

Chapter Three

          It was a pretty nice day today, but I just chose to sleep. I was supposed to be out in rehearsals, but I needed sleep. How much can a group of four girls even rehearse Beyonce's "Halo" without straining their voices? That's right, one, maybe two.

                Today I feel extraordinary. Maybe it's a side effect from the bottle of Corona like substance I drank at the housewarming party at midnight yesterday, but I'll take my chances. I feel like I'm on lithium, floating above the clouds, just spinning around and around, watching the world spin like a dreidle on Hannukah. I'm not Jewish.

                  "Ingrid, babe, it's time to get up," the boy called Josh nudged my shoulder. "You're allowed to skip breakfast, but by lunch you'll just have Peter worried, and if you were a guy he'd chop you balls off," he grinned.

                    "I was just about up, thanks anyway," I confirmed, pulling off my pyjama shirt. I slipped on a black tank top thing and a sweatshirt; I don't like collarbones. I then slip out a quarter from my pocket and put it into a little jar.

                    "What's that for?" Josh asks, twisting the jar around, examining it.

                    "It's my jar of savings. You know, to leave someday."

                     "Leave? And go where?"

                     "I want to go to Canada, it's lovely there."

                     "I bet it is," he said, furrowing his brows, a bit confused.

                 "I'll meet you down by dayroom for group rehearsals, yeah?" I ask him, and he nods, letting me slip into the bathroom and brush my teeth. I apply some liquid eyeliner and blusher; don't want to scare anyone down there. I step on the scale and check my weight. Ninety-four. Consistent.

                      I will be eating today, I decide. I'm not disappointed with myself. I go to the cafeteria and regain my usual spot by the dining tables, aside the rest of the girls in Femme Fatale.

                       "You're shy, aren't you, Ingrid?" Coralie speaks up and asks me from besides Molly.

                       "Nope, I'm just wandering. Shy people notice everything, but don't get noticed. I don't notice everything, that's why people notice me," I laugh slightly, but she doesn't find it very funny. Molly just dismisses this.

                       The good looking one, George, sits down across me once again and clears his throat. "Rule thirty six, no flirting with the contestants." he grins towards me. "So, leave Josh alone, okay?"

                        "What ARE you talking about?" I ask.

                        "Are you lesbian or something? I know you've been flirting with Josh. Leave him alone- he doesn't need to be any distracted from this competition!" he raises his voice slightly, but I don't mind.

                        "Actually, I'm pansexual. It means I don't care about gender, when I love someone, I love someone. For your information, I have not been flirting with Josh- just interacting, like a normal contest would," I smile genuinely. "But, rule one for you, don't speak," I replied like a true sweetheart, earning my a smack off the shoulder from Leigh.

                   "Ingrid, what are you trying to do?! Get yourself hated?!" she screeches in my ear, causing me to squirm.

                            I ignored her and started another staring contest thing with George. I narrowed my eyes to meet his own angry gaze, but I sighed and laughed inside my head to my friend, after I realized I was sitting here having a staring contest with a haughty boy-band member. However, I won't judge, because I'm just the optimistic quarter of a girl-group.

                             "I've known you for a little less than a full day, and already hate you," he smiled at me, trying to copy my humor, but ending up being dry. He sounded annoyed but I don't mind very much.

                             "What did you expect us to do? Become best friends, share lipgloss? Or, better yet, become soulmates?" I stuck out my tongue, and I could swear I saw him quickly sneak a glance at my lips. Suddenly I feel self conscious, even if it is only him.

                        "Normally girls would be crawling at me. Once, I've had two in one night," he chuckled, but I made a disgusted and semi shocked face.

                         "You've slept with two girls... one night?"

                         "Well, yeah, I was pissed drunk and-"

                         "I don't want to hear the rest, you pig. You're like, nineteen?"

                         "You don't look like virgin Mary and I bet you're like, fifteen."

                         "I'm twenty-two."

                         "What?"

                         "This is a teenager problem, and it's silly to have teenager problems when you aren't a teenager, isn't it?" I asked, finishing my ham sandwich and throwing the rest of my food away. "See you at soundcheck." I said plainly and walking off.

                           The Next Morning.

                           - George's P.O.V. -

                          "I can tell you're in love with her," Simon says, growing bigger as he takes steps closer towards me. "Just by the way you look at her. I know what you feel."

                               He's saying it in a weird tone, so I don't know what to say. I just nod and gulp a bit. "Okay."

                                Suddenly his face turns hard like stone, and a stern tone is set in his voice. "I want this to stop."

                               "I can't make it stop," I whimpered, shaking slightly by now.

                             "You can either break or heart, or kill her,'" he instructed. "You have ten hours. If you fail to succeed, I will discard you."

                            I went to look for Ingrid. She was supposed to be going on stage now. It was the third live show, but what had to be done was going to be done. I was going to tell her I didn't love her. I rushed up to the stage, but stepped on a button. Suddenly, a fiery bomb of blood exploded, splashing us all and hitting on the stage. I looked over to see Ingrid and make sure she was okay, but her eyes were frozen, mouth hanging open.

                         I pick her up and hold her in my arms, but accidentally get my hand caught in a gaping hole that goes right through her chest. There's a hole where her heart should be. Because the bomb was her heart.

                                When I broke Ingrid's heart, I killed her. That wasn't an option.

So, short chapter because I want to update again by Tuesday, after live shows! The next chapter WILL be the first live show. PROMISE!<3

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