Choose Your Prize (George Shelley/Union J)

Chapter Five: Argue

It's been a while since an update, yeah? I'm so sorry! It's been quite a busy week in school! Anyway, I hope you forgive me since I'm updating now as I watch week two of X Factor. Vote Union J!

P.S. Josh is my favorite;)

Chapter Five

       This week's theme was love and heartbreak. We had yet to choose a song, but I had a few in mind that I'd spoken to Louis about. I don't like Louis. He has no hope in us- that's annoying. Gary Barlow was being very sour towards all the contestants- especially Rylan. I can kind of see where he's coming from. Rylan can't sing, but he's just so entertaining, it makes you love him.

        We'd done pretty well last week, but Carolynne had gotten sent home. Nobody expected that, so it kind of adds pressure seeing as she had a beautiful voice, and she still lost. It makes you take everything more seriously. It makes you realize that nobody is safe. No matter what.

         "Do you want to go shopping today? Since we've got a day off?"

         I look up slightly, surprised to see Josh standing at my door, smiling off to himself. He raised one eyebrow and  leaned against the door frame.

          "How about it?" he asks again.

          "I was planning on doing rehearsals, really. I want to smash it this week," I explain.

      "Oh, come on! It's cold out, it's October, perfect jumper weather- we can even go down to Starbucks. You have to want Starbucks," he trailed off, shoving my shoulder a bit. "Don't be a pessimist!"

        "Fine, fine. I'm coming. You had me at 'cold out.' You've got some womanizing ways, you know?" I joked. "Just kidding, I don't like you."

           "Just go change clothes, a tank top and sweatpants isn't going to be a good idea when you've got sniffles tomorrow."

          "Alright, dad," I teased, sticking my tongue out. He grabbed it and played along, saying it was a bad habit I needed to cut.

          I put on a pale pink colored jumper, black jeans and some combat boots. I decided a polkadot coin purse and black beanie would be my only accessories and clear lipgloss. I looked at myself in front of the mirror, arms crossed. I still needed to lose weight.

         "Is this alright? Will I be warm?" I ask Josh, seeing as he's sitting and tapping away on Leigh's Macbook.

          "You look beautiful," Josh smiles, nodding his head a bit whilst shaking his keys around his index finger.

          "What a cruel joke," I rolled my eyes. "No guy ever calls a girl beautiful unless she's naked, giving a blowie or wearing lots of foundation," I confirm.

           "Well that's rude, considering not all guys are like that," he said, walking up to me and playing with my hair. He ran his thumb down my cheek, which sent a shiver down my spine and one to arce across my scalp.

           No, I didn't feel my heart beat faster. I didn't feel butterflies in my stomach. No, I don't like Josh. I'm just getting these feelings because I haven't had sex in a little under a year. Any touch from any guy, even Louis Walsh might give me these feelings.

             "Hey Josh, where's your- what the hell are you two doing?!" another voice called, just a tone louder than usual.

              "George. Um, hey." Josh said awkwardly, removing his hand from my hair. He put it behind his head and scratched his neck a bit, noticing the tension in the room was suddenly rising. Great. He turns to me, and starts to speak again. "You know what, Ingrid? Maybe we should do this another time..."

                "Um, yeah, alright." I say, my voice quiet.

               I watch Josh turn to leave, sighing a bit as he exited the door, making his way to his room. I turn around and stare at George, squinting my eyes so slightly he probably can't even tell. I cross my arms, but then I drop them when I realize I'm mimicking his pose.

              "Rule thirty six," he repeated, "no flirting with any other contestants. I ought to report you to Louis, but then we'd be disqualified as well."

              "Look," I said, with sudden confidence that even surprised me, "you can't tell me what to do!"

             "I have the right when it deals with my friends, okay? I can't get him distracted from the competition and better yet, I can't have you using him and then just breaking his heart!" he snaps back at me. He turned around and started to walk to the bathroom until I get upset and speak up.

                 "Is that why you're being like this? Is it because that happened to you?! Is that why you're such an ass?" I yell, but bite my tongue just as I'm about to continue.

                    George doesn't say anything, he just stops, back facing me, waiting for me to continue.

                  "I'm.. sorry. I really shouldn't have said that. But, you're not going to tell me anything? Just because someone broke your heart..." I said, attempting to control the tone of my voice, "doesn't mean all women are bad people," I sigh. He still doesn't say anything, so I continue. "Even though you're acting like a child, I'm not going to treat you like one, because you're not."

                     He finally turns to face me, hands balled into fists at either side of his body. "She treated me like a child.." he whispered, not realizing it was loud enough for me to hear.

                     I press on the subject, just a bit. "Who treated you like that? C'mon, you can tell me you know."

                      He shot his head up quickly, "you know what, nevermind!" he raised his voice a bit. "Go date Josh, I could care less," he rasped. "But when you're out of the competition, don't say I was wrong."

                       "George..." I started, grabbing his arm. He didn't respond.

                      All he did was turn around and start walking away. "I don't care. I don't care what you do. I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU!" his voice was tense.

                      "George, calm-"

                      "Leave me alone, why don't you?!" he continued yelling. "I said I don't care!"

                      "I didn't ask for you to care for me," I state, raising my voice a little.

                      "What the hell do you want from me, then?!" he yelled, shoving his face in mine.

                      "I want you to tell me what's wrong!" I protested.

                    "Listen, Ingrid, I don't see what's wrong with you mentally, because I don't care about you or what you say or what you do! I don'tcare." he emphasized the word 'care,' and left the room, slamming the door behind him.

                        I plopped myself down on the bed, and whispered to myself, voice shaky.

                        "I know you don't care. I just wish there was someone who does."

Sorry for the late update! No idea what the song has to do with this chapter. I just like it, you know? Hope you like it. Thanks for 1000+ reads. I'm SO SO SO sorry this chapter is so short, I didn't even realize until I was done. xx