The Texas night air was still humid and hot. Kevin sat watching and listening to everyone around him. He couldn't wait to get to his hotel and lay in a bed. But he had been talked into going out to a local bar.
"Smile Owens," Baron joked slapping him on the back. Kevin only rolled his eyes.
Kevin gave a half smile. This wasn't his scene. He didn't want to be around all this. The loud music, people on top of people. He really just wanted to take a shower and go to bed. Be ready for the next day.
Everyone gathered in the parking lot with some of the girls they met in the bar. One stood out, she was tall thin, blonde, she looked like she stepped off a magazine page. She had an amazing smile, and great laugh.
Kevin glanced over at her, she noticed him, a smile came to her face. He looked away quickly. He was sure she was use to guys staring at her. But he also knew how it felt. People staring at you. "Ok, let's go," Tyler yelled. Everyone made their way to the cars. Some of the girls left, the pretty blonde was hugging everyone goodbye. She stopped looking at Kevin. He had been standing off from the crowd. She said something to Baron, who nodded in response. She looped her arm in his as they started to the car.
Tyler got behind the wheel, Baron took the front seat before anyone could object. The blonde and a redhead jumped in the back. Kevin groan sliding in the back seat.
"Hi," the blonde smiled, Kevin only nodded. "I'm Madison."
"Kevin," muttered, he slide closer to the window to make sure she had room. The music went up, Kevin stared out the window, while everyone laughed and talk.
….
Kevin got out holding the door for Madison, "thanks sugar," she smiled. Baron, Tyler, the redhead and Madison started to the hotel pool. Kevin just wanted his room. He wasn't into to partying or hanging out. He was sure neither of the girls were interested in him.
"Hey," Madison caught up to Kevin before he got to the elevator. "We are going to the pool."
"Yeah," Kevin said, he felt stupid, what kind answer the that?
"Why don't you come," Madison smiled, Kevin tried not to look her up and down.
"I was going to go to bed," Kevin pointed, "long night."
"Oh," Madison sounded disappointed. "Ok," Madison smiled, "nice to meet you." Kevin smiled and nodded, he was sure she was being nice. Trying to include him.
…
Kevin tried not to watch her walk away. He noticed two man walk up to her. It was clear they were drunk. Kevin turned watching them. "Oh come on," one of the guys laughed. Madison pulled her arm back. The other one came behind her.
"Back off," Madison yelled. Kevin started walking over. He was pretty sure she was use to man coming on to her, but it was clear this wasn't wanted.
"Hey," he yelled. The three of them turned around. "You heard her back off."
"Or what!"
"I knock you both the fuck out," Kevin stood in his face. The man pulled back looking at his friend. Kevin face read nothing but anger, and his fist was clenched.
"Ok," they both backed away. They mutter something as they left.
"You ok," Kevin asked. Madison nodded, still holding her chest. Kevin rubbed his head, "I will walk you to the pool."
"Thanks," Madison smiled.
…
"I owe you a drink," Madison told Kevin.
"I don't drink," Kevin shook his head. "I can't stay long."
"So you are the one they call KO," Madison seemed to ignore what he said.
"That is me," Kevin smiled.
"I like your entrance music," Madison flipped her hair. "I think you and Rollins are my favorite. But you are far funnier. Plus you can be quite the badass."
"Isn't Baron wondering where you are," Kevin asked.
"Oh," Madison turned looking to see where they were. "He likes my friend. He was the one that got us tickets." And there it was, she was a groupie, ring rat.
"How does he know you?"
"He came into the club last night," Madison answered. Kevin raised his eyebrows. "I am a dancer," Madison sat up straight, she knew the look on his face.
Kevin looked at her for a long moment. She looked hurt, he knew that feeling. It was the feeling of judgement. Being judge for one part of who you are. "So are you from Dallas," Kevin asked. Madison seemed to relax.
"Born and raised."
"I can hear it," Kevin smiled.
"You are from Canada, right?"
"Saint-Jean-surRichelieu,Quebec," Kevin answered.
"You speak French?"
"I do," Kevin sat back.
"I always wanted to learn French, it is so pretty."
…
Madison stretched her arm above her head, "well love I have to get home."
"Ok," hours had passed and Kevin hadn't even realized. Madison took her phone out.
"Ok, my Uber is on the way."
"I can walk you to the front," Kevin stood.
"Well, thank you for tonight," Madison turned to Kevin. His face was sweet, and he seemed so shy.
"It was nice to meet you," Madison hugged him, Kevin was somewhat shocked. "Give me your phone." Kevin pulled his head back. Madison stood with her hand out. Kevin handed her the phone. Madison bit her lip as she typed away. "There is my number," she handed him back his phone.
"I will hide that from my girlfriend," Kevin joked. Madison's eye got wide.
"I am sorry, I should have asked."
"I am joking," Kevin laughed. Madison slapped his arm.
"Seriously I should have asked or."
"There is no one," Kevin looked down still laughing shaking his head.
"Good you can teach me French," Madison kissed his cheek. Madison smiled turning to her Uber. Kevin waved as she drove off.
….
Kevin made his way to breakfast. "So," Tyler appeared next to him.
"So what," Kevin asked, "dude I haven't even had coffee."
"What happened," Tyler pressed.
"I don't know what we are talking about." Kevin noticed, Baron, Seth and Dean walking toward him.
"Can't get it out of him," Tyler groaned.
"Oh no," Dean shook his hand, "you spend the night with Madison Harley, I want details."
"The girl at the pool," Kevin asked.
"Yes," they all said in unison.
"We talked I pulled some drunks off her, she went home," Kevin shrugged.
"Are you kidding," Dean mouth fall open.
"Do you know who she is," Seth asked, a smirk crawling across his face.
"A girl Baron met at a strip club," Kevin answered. The crowd surrounding him groaned.
"Come with us," Dean grabbed Kevin by his shirt pulling him alone.
….
Once out of sight from most eye, Baron pulled his phone out. "She is not just some stripper," Baron explained.
"Though she is very good at it," Dean smiled.
"She has a line of posters, she has danced everywhere," Baron handed Kevin his phone. There was a picture of Madison nude horseback, wearing only a cowboy hat. He flipped, another picture of her laying on her stomach on a sandy beach. Her hair wet, legs bent behind her, even sand on her toes. The last one was of her laying in stain her hair spread out around her. She looked like a Greek god. Kevin looked up all eyes on him.
"So is she," Kevin started.
"No," Dean jumped in as if reading his mind, "no porn, unfortunately." Everyone chuckled. "And she only does stage shows, no private dances."
"Dean has been trying for years," Seth laughed.
"No fuck off Rollins," Dean slapped him in the back of his head. "You offered her everything but your soul."
"Wait," Kevin stopped them, "you all know her?"
"Yeah," they all looked between each other. Kevin head started to spin with all the info he was given.
"She is a fan," Baron said.
"Did she give any of you her number," Kevin asked. They all looked at each other in what seemed to be shocked.
"You have her phone number," Dean asked.
"She put it in my phone."
"Give me your phone," Seth held his hand out.
"I will call it," Kevin wasn't sure why he felt the need to prove it. He scrolled found her number. "Hi, it's Madison. I'll call, you back when I can."
"I don't fucking believe it," Dean tossed his hands up. "He didn't even know who he was talking to." Kevin laughed, they were all acting like high school girls.
Kevin looked down at his phone. Her name still lit up. He couldn't blame them for their reaction. Kevin kept to himself, he didn't seek attention. He had always just wanted to wrestle. He had to work hard at it. There wasn't much time for anything else. And he certain didn't look like the type of guy a girl like Madison would give her number to. But she had, and Kevin couldn't help but wonder why.