Choose Your Prize (George Shelley/Union J)

Chapter Eight: Fall

Hello lovelies! As promised, here's the next chapter. If you didn't know, I update every FRIDAY! On another note, many of you have asked how long this book is going to be and if it will be ending soon. The answer is NO. It will NOT be ending soon. I plan on making it last for a good 45 chapters, to be quite honest. After that, I might even make a connecting sequel, so do NOT be worried. xx

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Chapter Eight

     The night I had the huge argument with George was the night after our elevator episode. It was also the night that we were put through to the third week of live shows. It was supposed to be a celebratory night, not one where you'd refrain playing Voodoo on another contestant. Melanie Masson got eliminated this week. A few people were relieved. Others hugged her and apologized. She cried.

     Although I was arguing with George, that didn't mean I didn't find him good looking or anything. I still kind of felt whatever was there. I think it's a better idea if I keep my distance though. Even he agreed to that. I started getting a bit closer to the girls in my group, and Josh and Jaymi from Union J. Jaymi was one of the funniest people, Josh was the most awkward of the group, JJ was always lost so I just didn't bother, and George was harsh.

    "So you're saying you're 'not allowed to talk to me' anymore?!" I made air quotations with my fingers.

      He scratched his neck awkwardly. "Well, um, yeah. Actually, that's exactly it."

      "Why not?" I ask, pouting my bottom lip a bit.

      "George has called dibs," Josh sighed, and I balled my hands into fists.

      "And your point is...?"

      He sighs again and looks up, staring at me straight in the face. "I don't want to upset George, you know? He's in the same band as me, I can't afford to mess things up," he says. He inches himself closer to the door and makes a swift move, exiting quickly.

      I wasn't alone in the room of mirrors for much longer. As I was practicing our dance routine, I notice a shadow getting closer to me.

       "Have you seen Josh?" George asks, although my back is turned to him.

       "He just left," I reply sourly. I'm not in the mood for small talk.

      "I came to apologize," he spits, "but since you're in such a sour mood, he must be too. That's too bad isn't it, now?"

      "You don't need to apologize," I admit, "but you need to apologize to Josh. You were being an asshole to him, he didn't deserve it. I did."

        "Well, it's a good thing you've acknowledged that you're at fault," he smiles.

        "I'm not at fault, I just think you're being immature."

        "Whatever, I don't need Josh getting distracted, okay? Stay away from him!"

      "Oh, so now I'm 'distracting' Josh? You think that we've been making out in elevators, joking around, going places together, having big talks? Because if you do, you're SO wrong. The only person I've done that with is you, but you chose to throw it away. You had fun? Well I'm done." I conclude, with a small huff at the end.

        I swallowed so hard my throat hurt a bit, and left the room, tears stinging in my eyes. This time, I didn't come back. I wouldn't come back.

         George's Point of View

         I sat on a chair by the far left of the dance studio, sipping some water and rubbing my temples in circular motions. I hated to admit it, but Ingrid was right. But whatever was going on between us was the complete opposite. Everything kept going wrong; whenever we'd take one step forward, we would take two steps back. I'm sick of it, I'm sick of everything.

        Josh took one step in, and noticed me with my head in hands. He pulled up a chair next to me and smiled. It was cool how nothing affected him.

         I clear my throat to speak up. "I'm sorry, I really am."

         He shrugs, and turns his head. "It's fine, it really is. I understand."

        "It's not fine! I was being a diva."

        "Yeah, but I forgive you," he chuckles.

        "Thanks."

        "Ingrid deserves that apology more than I do, though," he says clearly.

        "No, that's not going to happen," I shake my head, dismissing the idea.

        "I know you want to date her," he confirms.

         "Who makes out with people they 'hate' in elevators?"

      "That only happened once," I grumble, shuffling to stand on my feet. I head over to the door slowly, but before I open it, I look back at Josh who's still sitting on his wooden chair. "Josh, can I ask you something?"

         "Of course you can," he stands.

         "Do you think... do you think Ingrid is... you know, falling for me?"

         "I know she already has. And by the looks of it, you have too."

         

Today's chapter was very short, I'm sorry! You know why? Because I updated WEDNESDAY if you haven't read! So when I update twice in a week, expect 2 page chapters.

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