Choose Your Prize (George Shelley/Union J)

Chapter Six: Thin

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Chapter Six

    It was raining outside today. I really liked the rain. Today was Wednesday, meaning there was only a few days left until the second Live Show. I hate to admit it, but I've actually been praying every night that we don't get into the bottom two acts. It's scary. Nobody expected Carolynne to go home, so this week we're not betting on who we think is voted off. This week, we're just going to get smashed.

    I don't know why, but Leigh decided we should do Yellowcard's 'Empty Apartment' for our song choice. I'm not complaining, I love the song. But, it is a bit of a challenge and it is only the second week- should we be doing that?

     Today, however, all the finalists left we're having a photo shoot for Bliss magazine. We'd even be doing a small interview. When we got back to the house, we'd have to film video diaries and upload them. It was now an X Factor rule.

     I walked into the bathroom, preparing to curl my hair when I see Dan from District 3 and Jaymi from Union J in there. I don't say anything until Dan leaves, but when he does, I tap Jaymi's back a bit.

      He looks back at me, and smiles, so I ask him, "this is kind of weird but, are you... Gay?"

      He throws his head back and starts laughing and at first I am very confused. But he then made a sudden neck jerk and regained all his seriousness and nodded in a fast manner in my direction.

     "What's so funny?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows. I really don't get it. It's not a surprise though; I don't always get stuff right away. I'm not dumb, just slow.

      "Yeah," He continues, "I am gay actually. In a relationship kind of gay," he smiles.  

      "Oh, that's lovely," I smile, and walk out of the room as fast as possible, before you can consider it running.

     I am in now way a homophobic. Firstly, I'm a pansexual so I wouldn't be against gays. It's just, when someone comes out to you, what do you say? Congratulations?

     I resumed in curling my hair in a loose way, only to be interrupted by a hyper Leigh. Leigh was really nice- I probably liked her best. She came in screaming and said it was time to go to Bliss.

     "Are you nervous?" I ask.

     "What do you mean?"

     "Aren't you nervous doing your first magazine shoot?" I push the subject a bit.

     "Well yeah, I just hope they make me look nice!" she exclaims, adding a huge grin afterwards.

    "I just hope they make me look fat," I say, my voice no louder than a whisper, but still loud and clear in the pure silence.

    "Why?" she looks at me, head tilted slightly to the left.

    "I just don't want to look fat, is all."

     "Ingrid, you're the only 6 stoned over twenty year old I know. You won't ever look fat."  

     I only weighed 83 pounds, so I'm not quite sure if she's indirectly bashing me. Either way, I'll take it as a compliment. I want to be thin and beautiful. Not fat and ugly.

    We all hopped into the taxi as a group, greeting the driver, but staying silent during the entire ride. I just sat and tapped away on my phone, tweeting the fact that I was going to have a follow spree. I always try to reply back to fans or follow them because I know it means a lot. We are forced to have a group twitter that we all tweet off at least once a day, but we don't need personals. I prefer a personal account, though.

    It was silent in the car. Not an awkward silence, but a nice silence. That lasted until Molly decided to break the ice by asking a scary question. It was, "do you think we'll win the competition?"

   Nobody answered anything. They all turn to look at me. I just shrug my shoulders and clear my throat, preparing to speak up. "In all honesty, no, I don't think we're going to win. But, I'm not saying that's a bad thing. You never hear X Factor winners selling albums and touring in America. But then we have Cher Llloyd and One Direction, etcetera.." I trailed off, realizing nobody was catching on. I light a cigarette, and when I'm finished, butt it out against the edge of the opened window. Something I was told never to do.

     I look down at my brittle fingers and suddenly I feel very upset. I'm going to be in a magazine, looking like a scrawny corpse. But, at least I'll fit in with the fashion models in there. We finally reach the offices and I step out after all the girls, paying the balding man with a budding smile on his face.

       They dress me in black and white striped jeans that hug my somewhat thighs so much, you can see the big gap between them. I'm wearing a tight leather corsage, that makes me look like I have no stomach. That's how I want it. Coralie is wearing a laced Diner-lady skirt and a fringed vest. Leigh is as tomboy as you can get, while still looking girly and Molly is very vintage retro.

      We passed Union J as they were getting placed on set for their shoot, when George looked me straight and the face and went, "hey slut, think you forgot your boy toys at the studios," and left. I get he hates me. I get he despises me. But, does he need to constantly talk smack to me? I understand his plan though. He wants to make me vulnerable. He wants to make me weak. This is so I can be fragile during my performance, and more worried so my insecurities can take over while I perfirm, and fail us all. I'm not stupid. I'm onto him completely.

       I go sit by a corner, sipping some water and making it move around my mouth. Molly comes to sit next to me. She smiles.

        "What is it?" I ask. She's freaking me out.

        "You're bulimic," she states cheerfully. It's false, but she's making it sound like a good thing.

        "No, I'm not!" I protest.

        She just rolls her eyes and laughs. "Yeah, you are!" she hits my shoulder.

        "How would you even know?!"

       "My sister was bulimic. We found her dead in a puddle of her own vomit one day. Sickening isn't it?" She said it with no trace of paint, sadness or hurt in her voice. I raise my eyes, and notice she's still smiling.

         "No, I'm not bulimic. I'm anorexic. There's a difference," I confirm, rotating the big rings on my fingers.

        "It's okay, your secret is safe with me." She opens her mouth and smacks her jaw closed, showing me a grin that was bigger than I ever thought possible.

        Then she got up.

        And left.

       Just like everyone else.

       The only difference? She was the only one who was forced to return.

Short chapter, so sorry, but it was so long that I NEEDED to update. I promised myself I would, no matter what, even if it was a page! I hope you liked it anyway. Don't forget to comment and vote.

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