The Bachelor

A/N: I'll see you all at the bottom!

Chapter 4

"George?" I gasp.

"Claudia?" he replies, his jaw dropping.

Then I remember I'm on TV.

I put on a grin and walk down the red carpet to him.

"I'm Claudia," I say in a sexy voice.

"I'm George," he replies in an equally sexy voice.

He pulls me into a hug.

"We'll talk later," I growl into his ear, tugging on his hair.

I walk past him and as soon as I get in the door I collapse against the wall. I find the bathroom and lock myself in a stall.

"Calm down," I tell myself and take five deep breaths.

Then my anger comes.

"What the bloody hell is he doing here? He's meant to be gone!" I whisper shout.

My phone rings and I answer it.

"What the **** is he doing on this show?" Lauren screams angrily.

"I have no idea," I reply.

"Well, you better go, but if any of these girls try something, I'll hex them into oblivion!"

"Okay, see you," I say.

I clasp my clutch shut and compose myself and walk out. All the girls are around him gossiping.

I sit down near the back.

He approaches me.

"Would you care to join me?" George asks me.

"Sure," I flirt.

He takes my hand and leads me down some stairs and under a tree. We sit on the bench and I can hear rustling – the cameramen. Great.

"So, Claudia. You made a bit of an impression back there," he smiles.

"Did I? I just walked down the red carpet," I reply, leaning back and crossing my legs.

"Your dress and your minimal make-up and your natural hair," he says, feeling my hair.

"That's so sweet of you. But how do you know that my curls are natural?" I ask.

"I just know. And look at your eyes," he whispers.

"I – I can't," I whisper back.

I'm starting to remember the way he treated me. Like his girl. I was his girl. I was his. He was my man. He was mine. Now we're both here and suddenly I want to win the Bachelor. I want to get him back. I want him back. Now. No, scratch that, I need him.

"Wait here," he says and stands up.

Crap, he's going to get a rose. How did I not know that? How did I not know that he was going to give me the first fricking rose?

He walks towards me with the rose and I can see all the other girls hanging over the railing looking at me with hawk eyes.

"Will you, Claudia, have the honour of accepting the first rose?" he asks me.

"Yes, I will accept it," I say in a pretend bored voice.

He hands it to me and I hug him like you would and walk up the stairs and back to the dining room. I walk over to the nibbles table and take a bit into a pesto topped cracker.

"No, no, no, honey," Emma says as she walks up to me, followed by a group of girls, "bad for your figure."

"How was he?"

"Was he cute?"

"What was he like?"

"How did he give you the first rose?"

"How did you even get him to give the rose?"

"Ladies, ladies, be quiet! Then Claudia can answer your questions," Emma says bringing me over to the couches. Everyone follows us.

"Excuse me Emma, may I please talk to you?" George asks Emma, coming up behind her.

Emma looks shocked and so do I. Then I remember that he has to talk to everyone – that's the show.

"How was he?" Rosie asks me.

"He was soooooo sweet," I reply.

"Was he cute?" Laura asks me.

"Sooooo cute," I smile.

"What was he like?" Mimco asks me.

"Gorgeous. And you know what, I really feel comfortable around him," I reply, flashing a grin.

Of course you did, you twit. He's been one of your best friends since your First Year at Hogwarts – he saved your life for crying out loud! More than once! And he was your boyfriend!

I try to ignore the little voice in my head.

A/N: Hi guys! Sorry it's so short! I'm having a bit of a blank -_-

But, here it is non the less!

Reviews greatly appreciated!

Ginny :)