"Ugh, I am going to sleep for hours," she groaned, falling onto the couch. She had just jogged all the way from school. That was 15 miles uphill! She could do it no problem over a year ago, but since joining Hollywood Arts, she's become rather soft.
Not a minute after flopping down on the red couch, her phone rang. After struggling a few seconds to reach the phone in her bag, she answered.
"What?" Not feeling in a particularly good mood to say a good natured hello.
"Hey, Shelby. How is my favorite fighter doing?" Great. It was Rod. Her manager. "So, here's the thing. I need you to train at least 4 hours a day because a slot opened for a match next month and I suggested you. It'll be huge! Some big bucks are going into this-"
She interrupted, "What do you mean I have a match next month?! And four hours a day? Rod..." Her voice turned stony, "We agreed only one match every six months. That way I can focus on my schoolwork. How will I do that with two matches in a row, a month apart? And training for four hours a day?!" She practically yelled out the last bit, but hey, it was her body that would take a beating after all.
"Sorry, Shel."
"Don't call me that."
"But you are already booked for the event. Sorry, kid."
The phone clicked and the resounding tone of the end call could be heard just as Tori dropped her head and groaned in frustration.
How will she keep her secret for that long?
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A Singer or a Fighter (Tori Vega/Shelby Marx)
FanfictionTori has a secret that no one must find out... She is Shelby Marx. Jori slow-burn.
