“I’m home!” I yelled as I walked in with aunt Ansley hot on my heels and I saw Troy and Zack at the table talking to each other.
“What the hell” Troy said looking at me and I realized I was still in my biker clothes.
“You like it?” I wiggled my eyebrows and started to pretend the kitchen was a runway.
Zack’s eyes were huge “where is Tori Brooks, the hockey player? Because all I see is a hot ass model in front of me.”
“Ew” I threw an apple at him.
He picked up the apple and brushed it off “I’m just kidding, there she is. You’re only just legal and I see you like a little sister, Holden’s a different story” he ate the apple then.
I looked at him “what are you talking about?”
Aunt Ansley laughed “girl you’re blind” and she left the kitchen.
“Seriously why do you look like that?” Troy was still in shock.
“Long story short, I’m a model, so is Mia” I smiled.
“Well your boyfriend is coming over now” Zack said looking at his phone.
“Who?” I asked and grabbed a water bottle.
“My brother” he said slowly.
“We’re not dating” I told him and drank some water “where’s mom and dad?”
“Their room doing something” Troy said and I walked into their room.
“Guess what?” I said walking in.
“Why do you look like a badass?” my mom laughed “I’m digging the look though.”
“I’m a model, this photo shoot was for a new leather company and we’re going to be in a magazine” I smiled “and we have another photo shoot on the 11th for hockey.”
“That’s right up your alley” my dad laughed.
“Yeah I guess and Greg said he’d text us with any other ones that he thought we’d be interested in. So were freelance models” I smiled.
My mom hugged me “well you look beautiful either way.”
“Thanks mama” I smiled and hugged her back and I hugged my dad “I love you both.”
“We love you too baby girl” they said together.
“I’m going to go shower, this is too much make-up for my liking and you can’t see my scars” I laughed.
“The only model I know who is proud of her battle wounds” my dad laughed “that’s my girl.”
I laughed and left their room and went to go upstairs but the front door opened and it was Holden “holy shit” he breathed out when he saw me “Tori?”
“The one and only” I smiled “you like it?”
“I mean yeah but I prefer the hockey Tori, why are you dressed as a biker?” he kept staring at me.
“Well it’s a long story, but I’m a model now, with Mia” I told him.
“You look good but I still prefer the one kicking ass on ice, and I know you can street race decently too” he laughed and I did too.
“Why thank you but I’m gonna go shower this is too much make-up for me. Then I have to ask you something” I said taking off my heels using his shoulder to balance. “I can skate on ice but I can’t manage to walk in heels, I’m so not built for modeling” I said and went upstairs and showered quickly, never in my life have I been more relieved to get that much make-up off me.
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Hockey's Our Game
Teen FictionMeet Tori Brooks blonde haired, and green eyed, ruffly around 5' 8" and just your average girl. She's lived in Illinios all her live and people look at her and see a spoiled, little rich, girly girl. That's not the case, sure her family has some mon...