I Wish I could Fight you, but I can't

Chapter 2

Chapter Two

Beck's POV

I roll over, looking at my clock. The glowing green digital numbers read "2:46 am". You're probably wondering "Hey Beck, why are you awake at 2 am when you have school tomorrow?" I can answer that in three words:

Tori. Freaking. Vega.

I can't get that girl out of my head. Every memory I have of her (which is a lot) plays through my mind when I try to sleep. The way she scrunches her nose when she laughs. The way her eyes light up when she sings. The way her tongue pokes out of the side of her mouth when she concentrates. The way her laugh makes me feel so safe. Every inch of her face is beautiful, which makes it even harder to push out of my mind. And the cruelest part about being so in love with someone? She's not mine.

I exhale loudly. There's no way I can get to sleep after that mental slideshow of Tori's adorable face. I push back the sheets and grab my pear book that's charging on the table in my RV. I squint as the bright screen light fills my eyes. I click on Splash face, trying to find a video. I scroll through the rows of videos, when my mouse freezes on one in particular. The thumbnail reads "TEENAGE SUPERSTAR SHELBY MARX IS TO TAKE ON MAYA FECKNER". I don't know much about the CFC, so I click on the video. It loads for a second, the a tall woman in a business shirt begins speaking quickly. "Well folks, it's finally happening, two of the best female fighters in America are going to go head to head in what's shaping up to be the fight of the century!" I scoff at her overly excited and FAKE tone. "26 year old Maya Feckner from Cleveland Ohio once held the top spot, but not anymore! 16 year old Shelby Marx from Los Angeles quickly took that title away from her. Marx has an undefeated title, with her knockout rate averaging at-" I mute the video as an image of Shelby is shown. I've never seen this girl before, but wow, she's gorgeous. Tall, lean and muscular, with incredibly toned abs on display. Her honey gold eyes peek out from underneath brunette side bangs and her clear skin is tan and pulled tight over highlighted cheekbones. She looks very familiar, but I can't think of where I've seen her before. I unmute the video and the reporter keeps talking

"The fight will take place in two weeks in California, with a press conference three days prior. I'm sure both girls are training as we speak, getting ready for the fight that will decide who really is the champion? Stay tuned for more details" I close the video and click on the Slap instead. I try to think about where I've seen Shelby from as my homepage loads. Oh crap. The first thing I see is a notification about Tori's status update. I immediately click on it. It's a video of her and Cat. They're in their pyjamas; Cat in a short pink flanallel set with rainbows on it and Tori in a grey marle tank top with the statue of liberty on it and a pair of plaid shorts. Even in her pj's with her hair in two messy plaits and no makeup on, she is stunning. Her tan face lights up with a laugh as the video begins.

"Hey guys!" She grins. "HIIIIII" Cat squeals, tossing a skittle in her mouth. I smile. If there's one thing Cat loves more than anything, it's rainbow skittles (well, bibble too). "So," Tori continues. "It is currently 2:30 in the morning, Cat and I have been working on our stupid science project for FOUR HOURS" My smile widens at her big doe eyed expression. "And we thought that the dumbest thing we could do right now is..."

"The skittle vacuum challenge!" Cat cheers and Tori does too. I run my hands through my bed hair as the video continues. "So we have some straws, a timer and a delicious array of rainbow skittles" Tori gestures to them dramatically, which makes me laugh. "And we're gonna try and put as many skittles as we can in these containers in 30 seconds by only using the straws and our mouths." Cat finishes, eyeing the pile of skittles eagerly. "Okay, ready" Tori grabs her straw "Set, go!" They begin to use the straws as vacuums to suck the skittles into their containers. Cat's winning at first, but then she sucks a skittle too hard and it gets stuck in her straw! Tori bursts out laughing, her own skittle shooting off the end of her straw. Her and Cat are giggling like maniacs, which makes me laugh too. I hit the spacebar and the video pauses. I zoom in on Tori's face, her laugh frozen in time. My cursor trails over her kind eyes, her prominent cheekbones and her soft lips. I blink, then slam the lid closed. What am I doing? Examining the girls face like a pervert.

I toss my pear book on the couch and lie back down in bed. I've got to get some sleep at least. I look over at the empty space next to me. Tori would fit there so perfectly- STOP IT BECK! I groan frustrated, forcing my eyes to shut.