Choose Your Prize (George Shelley/Union J)

Chapter Seven: Touch

Hello my lovely readers! First off, I'd like to say THANK YOU for all the reads! Last chapter I was thanking you all for 1800+ reads, and now I'm thanking you for 2500+ reads! It honestly means so much. Each vote, comment, note, message, etc. you take out of your day to write to me, makes me so happy you wouldn't even believe. It's not about the recognition, that's why I hate people who go, "I have the #1 George fic on the site!" and so on. It should be about you guys.

And that's what this chapter is about. You guys. You were asking for a less sad chapter, but I don't want to get into the good stuff quite yet, well, just cause. So, I hope this is a good compromise.

By the way, I update every FRIDAY, BUT THIS WAS JUST A SURPRISE!

Chapter Seven

        I left the photoshoot right away after our session was done, bursting back through the hotel doors and moving as quick as possible to the next available elevator. I pushed back a group of posh looking elders holding white cats, but snapped my head back to make sure what I'd just seen wasn't an illusion. The scary part? It wasn't.

          I stepped onto the elevator, tapping my shoes against each other inwards, but then somebody tapped my shoulder, causing me to whip back. I look up and find a pair of eyes staring back down at me. For once, smiling. But then, he dropped the smile and shifted even closer towards me.

         "You can't fall in love with me," he whispers, but he's so cold I feel his breath on my cheek, causing a shiver to run down my spine just once.

            "I won't," I swallow, hard. "I promise."

            "And why's that?" he presses me against the opposite side of the elevator.

          I don't say anything in response. I don't squirm away, and I don't kiss him. Instead, I make sure I reach his level, and then I stare at him with my green eyes and lick my bottom lip just once. He stares at me and bites his bottom lip. We both know what we want. I grab his arm and pull it slightly, taking his bottom lip between my teeth. I smile a bit, but then when I feel him breath in deeply, I release my hold on his lip.

             "Stop that..." he whispered, breathing onto my lips so closely, I can smell the mint- thanfully.

           "Stop what?" I ask, turning my head slightly, moving and and pressing my body to his, to the point where only a paper can fit between us. I got more into it before he can change his mind, and finally he fell into it quickly as I was hoping he would.

           His lips were soft and full, but I'm not going to say they fit like a puzzle piece. I pick up my arms and rap them around his neck, and I feel his shoulders release whatever tense feeling they had to them. I groaned lightly in pleasure and smiled against his closed lips. I was letting whatever sexual desires I had take control of me entirely, and it felt good. I took a small nibble on his bottom lip once more, but then something happened.

           I felt all the current pleasure and desires suddenly snap away. I felt myself let go of him, and I gasp slightly, realizing what had just happened. I didn't want it to happen. I snap back from him, until my shoulder hits the wall behind me and starts to throb. I ignore the pain, and remember George's voice inside my head.

           "I don't care about you!"

          I remember the loud roar of his voice the day he actually yelled at me. He tries to inch closer to me as he notices me zone off. "What's wrong?" he asks, but I don't reply. I can't even look him straight in the face. Then, suddenly, I shove him as far away from me as possible.

         "I can't do this." I admit. "This, whatever this is," I make circular motions with my hands towards the ground, "isn't working. It's not going to work."

           "What are you even saying?" he asks, looking at me with a very confused expression.

          I sigh to myself a bit, aware he can hear me though. "I don't just make out with eighteen year old hormonal boys in elevators. I'm twenty-two, I need some dignity!" I snap.

         "What does my age have to do with it? You just said we're all adults in this competition with adult responsibilities and now you're treating me like some dumb highschool student! You're contradicting yourself and it's irritating me!" he snaps back.

          "Wait!" I say a bit more loudly, "If you don't care about me, why does it bother you so much?" I raise an eyebrow and cross my arms, shifting my weight.

           "You're right," he shook his head. "It doesn't bother me."

        "No, now you're contradicting yourself!" I say, slamming my foot down. I press on a few buttons and wait for the elevator door to open, when George pulls my arm back.

           "Relax," he whispers, "you're being overdramatic."

           I throw my hands up in the air. "It's always me, isn't it?!"

            "What are you even saying?!"

          "This," I point to me, to him and then gesture back to me, "never happened," I snap and turn on my heel, ready to exit the elevator.

          He takes a sharp breath and I remained back faced towards him, but I stop walking. He opens his mouth and goes, "You're right. It didn't happen. Who would even believe I'd be so desperate that I'd make out with you." He emphasizes the 'you' and throws his head back to laugh.

            I felt my heart die completely. Nobody has ever been that shallow to me. I start walking up the short flight of stairs and let my eyes water. He's two steps below me. I gulp harshly. When I reach the top step, I turn back to look at him with tears in my eyes, slowly starting to drip down my face.

              I want him to realize that he's the one who caused this. The one who actually made me cry. I want him to try and blame my pain on something else, but truly be aware that it's all his fault. I want to take his heart, tie it on a rope and slowly bring it towards me. I want to pull it closer and closer until it's mine.

                And then I want to break his heart and step on it and watch it break while he cries. I wasn't going to be made a fool of anymore.

Ingrid goes feisty? What did you think? Sorry it's so short, but something WILL be up Friday as well, I just thought the next chapter would be too long if I didn't cut it here!