Staring intensely at his eyes, I couldn't believe I was near Randy Orton himself. Holding my breath in for a few seconds, I pushed him away, but not too hard. He seemed startled beyond believe. Never in his life had a woman rejected him, especially a fan which he noticed by her t-shirt.
Catching my breath again, I stared at Randy in disbelieve, as it was a mere illusion. Reaching out my hands, I carelessly touched his cheek as if he was made out of glass. Dark brown eyes met his icy blue ones. I instantly retreated my hand, speaking softly, "Your…Randy Orton."
"Yeah I am. Ummm…thanks for helping me out." He said suddenly hypnotized by her eyes. My hair glistened by the little lighting above us.
"No problem. I…j…just saw you in trouble and reacted." I stuttered a bit since I was really nervous. I felt perspiration form on my palms as I could notice it on his forehead forming. Extending my hand out, I continued to talk to him. "My name is Angela by the way. Nice to meet you ."
"Please call me Randy. It's weird being called by last name." He smiled as we shook hands, bringing a smile to my small lips. "I got to say, you handled the situation better than others have." He chucked as we both released hands.
"Thanks I guess. I have a cousin that the girls go wild for, so I gained a lot of protective instincts." I spoke to him as he raised an eyebrow. "Is somethin' wrong? Do I have somethin' on my face?" I questioned as he chuckled again making me frown.
"No. I just noticed you have a country accent. It's adorable." Blushing a dark red, I responded back.
"Sorry about that. My pa's country accent stuck on me."
"Don't worry I got use to accents of all sorts." He smirked at me, causing me to blush again. Damn his infectious smile.
"Thanks. Um… I think ya should leave before them girls return." I said looking around to make sure no one was watching our encounter. Returning my eyes to him, I saw him stare at me, causing me to feel nervous all of a sudden. "You okay fella?"
"I have to get to my bus, but he won't be here until later, so I have extra time to spare." Rubbing his neck as little glands of sweat continued to form on his forehead. I stared at him, debating if I should invite him somewhere.
"Well, my mother is going to take a while to get here since she has business to attend. Want…want me to show you around?" Dead silence came as my anticipation got the best of me. It was weird since I never told anyone that. Maybe it was that fact that he was Randy Orton or the fact that he was a man. I felt as if he was going to reject the offer, but he smiled at me.
"Sure, why not. But, can we go get something to eat first? I'm hungry." His eyes looked soft and sincere, not one bit alarmed.
"Sure big guy. Let me just do something." I took of my Randy Orton shirt off as he looked alarmed, but I had my undershirt on. Opening the back trunk, I placed my shirt there, and grabbed my mother's 'emergency wardrobe malfunction' bag. He raised an eyebrow, but I simply shrugged. Getting a Saint Louis Cardinals hat, I gave it to him; of course his eyebrow was still up.
"What? I'm a fan of the Saint Louis Cardinals and the Diamondbacks. Though, my cousin took my other one. So you're stuck with this one." He smirked as he placed it on his head which seemed to fit him quite well. Taking out a pair of sunglasses from ray ban, I gave them to him as well. "I know it won't do much help, but just for a while since you'll be walkin' around." I looked at him and he seemed legit just for a bit.
Grabbing his hand, I began to pull his arm. "Come on; Let's get you some food in your stomach." I smiled as I closed the trunk and headed towards the elevators, still holding his warm, big hand.
"Welcome to Hooters. How many people?" Lisa said not looking up. I began to giggle as she looked up. "Oh my, Angie. Haven't seen you since last week. How you been girl?" She asked me.
"I'm fine. Just came from the US Airways center." I answered, but noticed her attention was now on Randy. I instantly frowned.
"Who's this man candy?" She asked looking at him. Randy seemed uncomfortable, so I blurred out what came to my head.
"My…boyfriend." I half-smiled towards here as I hold onto Randy's hand. I could feel his body warm up, as his veins pumped more blood.
"Oh, I see. You always knew how to pick them. I remembered when you brought Mathew in. Awe, those were the times." I bit my lip as she reminded me of him. "So, table for two then?" I nodded as we headed to a particularly secluded area. My heart was racing as a flood of emotions came back. Damn it Lisa and your big mouth. Sitting down, my heart continued to race as I felt him stare at me. Ordering our drinks, Lisa left, leaving me to face randy, alone.
"How does she know you?" Randy asked as he pointed to Lisa as she swayed her hips waking away. I bit my lip since I didn't want to him to ask about what Lisa mentioned earlier.
"I kinda work downtown sometimes with my father, so I would come to Hooters to eat with the guys from the business." I shrugged as are drinks arrived.
"Hey Angie, gonna sing tonight since we have a full house?" I looked at Lisa an then Randy. He had a smirk on, waiting to laugh at me probably.
"I don't know." I answered honestly. She walked away as Randy began to laugh.
"You're mean, you know that, right?" I pouted at him as he broke more into laughter. "Look, I sing because I love music. It's in my blood so, they hold competitions and I sing here when I can."
"That's good. You should sing then. I would love to hear you sing tonight." He smiled at me. I blushed red as he mentioned that.
"Maybe I would, or not. Right now, you gotta eat 'cause your stomach is hungry." I giggled as his stomach began to growl.
"Alright. So tell me about yourself. I want to know about the girl that saved my life, plus if you're a crazy girl." I raised an eyebrow as well chuckled.
"You think I am a crazy chick?" His eyes widen when he realized what he said.
"No. It's just, you were wearing my merchandised and I assumed." He trailed off, hanging his head low. I began to laugh at his assumption.
"Have you ever heard to never assume because you make and ass out of yourself?" I smiled. He as well joined in the laughter. I could see that his walls were coming down, since he seemed to enjoy himself.
"I'll keep that in mind next time. So, tell me about yourself." He leaned back in his chair as he placed his hand on his beautifully tan chin. I didn't want to scare him off, but then again this was a once life opportunity I couldn't pass.
"My name is Angela James Turner, Angie for short. I play different varieties of sports, and I'm a reading-maniac. I live the Country life because of my father, which I very much enjoy. I'm Chicana meaning I have Mexican descended but I was born in American, plus I'm also Native American from the Yaqui and Apache tribe. And…I'm Seventeen years old." I again bit my lip as his eyes widen like a bug. Of course that was his reaction since I was really young. "Don't let my age fool ya though. I look young, but I have an old soul." Smiling, I saw him calm down, but still alarmed. Lisa brought our food as we began to eat. Instantly, my phone rang, playing 'My Kinda Party' by Jason Aldean, meaning someone was calling me. He raised his eyebrows when I answered instantly feeling embarrassed for the interruption.
"Hello Angela James speaking? Oh, hola ma. Si yo te enteiendo madre…Estoy bien. Con un amigo que me encountre. Yo entiendo…Si ama cuando termine, voy para el caro." I spoke to her. Randy stared at me intensely as I began to have a conversation with my asta luego. Ciao." I hung up my cellphone.
"That was my mom askin' were I was. The sual mother stuff." I told him because he raised an eyebrow when I hanged up. Placing some strands of hair behind my ear, I took a gulp of my icy cold strawberry lemonade.
"What did she want?" He asked, probably out of curiosity, but he kept his voice less hostile towards me.
"Well, the usual motherly stuff how she's worried and were I left. I calmed her down and told her that I'm catching up with a friend. At first she was against it, but she owes me one." My words came out effortlessly as I chewed on a French fried. Randy probably wondered what I meant by 'owe me one'? Man, am I ringing-around-the-rosy around my own question.
"Well, at least she knows where you are and worries for you." He seemed to speak from his heart. Sometimes a mother could be a pain in the butt, but mothers were mothers and they got involved into your life more than you ask.
"She worries too much…" I mumbled so he wouldn't hear me. Sometimes I felt that she suffocated me and kept me locked from the realities of the world. I'm just happy that she cooled off for a bit. Getting up from the chair I excused myself to go to the bathroom.
"Did I say something wrong?" He asked as his bluish green eyes burned holes into my soul, making my heart sink to the floor. I shook my head as I went to the bathroom, as randy stared after me confused.
Randy POV
"She worries too much." I knew that's what she said. Why did she sound upset taking about it? Could it be that there relationship isn't the best? Or maybe she doesn't have a mother? God damn she was driving me insane. Suddenly, my phone started to vibrate, John's name flashing on my screen.
"What's up?" I asked him.
"Gee I don't know Randy, the sky, the clouds, the freakin' fact that no one saw you leave the fuckin' arena! Where are you and are you okay dude?" God, he sounded like my mother and we were only three years apart!
"Nice greeting man and to answer your question I'm fine. Just came to eat with a…" I stopped speaking. Angela wasn't a 'friend' precisely.
"Oh, you hooked up with a chick man? Good job bro! Just watch it though, Nikki told me that Arizonian girls tend to get down and dirty." John chuckled as I heard a women's voice in the background. "Hey I gotta go man, have fun with her, you'll need it." He chuckled again before hanging up, not giving me the time to answer him.
"Need a refill?" I jumped slightly as Lisa grabbed Angela's half empty glass. "Um, yes please. Strawberry lemonade for her and a coke for me." I handed her my empty glass. Leaving the table, she stopped and began to talk to me as her back was visible to me.
"Word of advice Randy, don't hurt Angela. She's been through enough as it is." I gave her a puzzled look as she glanced at me before leaving to refill our drinks. What did she mean by that? Why did Angela have so many secrets? Instantly I saw her head towards our table.
"Sorry that I took long." She smiled her pearly white teeth's. "Did I miss anything?" Other than John calling me, telling me to have fun with you and the weird short conversation I had with Lisa? "No, you didn't miss anything." I smiled towards her. As we continued on to eat, we made small talk about life and mostly goofed off.
"Randy?" She called to me since I didn't realize I spaced out for a bit. Facing her, lisa came with our drinks, giving me a nod. "Would you like to walk around Downtown? Don't worry though, people will barely notice us." She whispered. I thought of rejecting her offer, but my heart told me otherwise.
"Sure. I got lots of time to spare." Her face glowed up with glee. My heart increased its speed rate with her beautiful infectious smile.
"So tell me more about yourself?" I asked Angela as we walked the streets of Downtown Phoenix. The stars glisten, as the lights were dim, making the scenery look like a movie.
"Other than what I told you, I got nothing else to say about me." She shrugged her shoulders." What about you Mr. Apex Predator?" She smirked towards me as I groaned at the name, giving me a very dirty thought about what I could do with that mouth since john's implication was still stuck in my head.
"Other than my name and job, I have a little daughter and a…" I remembered that Sam and I divorced not so long ago, thus, not being married anymore.
"And divorce you mean?" She asked as she stood in front of me. I felt my heart beat fasten, increasing my perspiration. "Randy, I understand the emotional pain of the situation, but remember you have Alanna. Never forget she's the most important and precious treasure in your life." Angela reached for my hand, placing it towards my heart. Being this close reminded me of my moments with Sam. I had it all, but it was taken from me just like that. Looking into her dark exquisite brown eyes, l felt that God sent an Angel from heaven.
"Randy, never forget your daughter no matter the hurtful memories. Also, never forget who you truly are." She whispered, grabbing my hand once again. "Come on, I'm gonna show you what you been missin'!" I began to follow her as she got on the chariot connected to a bike. God, the thing's she was going to making me do tonight.
Angela's POV
"Well that was fun. I enjoyed the last touch on seeing the fountain which was really beautiful." Randy said as we got into the elevator.
"Yeah. Especially when you almost got run-over by that car." I fumbled as I leaned against the wall. Rolling my eyes, I closed them since the motion of the elevator made me stiffen.
"Hey I saw a penny and if you flip it, you get good luck." I again rolled my eyes.
"Never thought the mighty Randy Orton believed in those stuff."I replied. Taking his iPhone out, he took a picture of me, with my eyes closed. Hearing the click, I opened my eyes as me flashed his smile at me. "Hey, why did you take a picture of me?" I questioned him.
"It's for your contact picture." He answered simply.
"Randy, I don't think that's a good idea." Looking at the floor, I felt embarrassed for no apparent reason. Then again, Randy Orton was asking for my number,akward.
"Angela, to be honest I don't care. I enjoyed my time with you and I would like to keep in contact. Plus, I also owe you for the dinner." He chuckled as well pouted his bottom lip. My face felt full blown red from embarrassment. I felt my walls fall a bit as I reached for his IPhone. He was making me break my shell for a bit. I would never give out my information quickly, but for some crazy reason he did. As we got out of the elevator, a big bus pulled up with red and gray fire flame designs on the side. It really did suite Randy.
"Well ain't that a big bus." His bus looked like a hotel room on wheels.
"Thanks. Being on the road a lot, we get tired. So, I bought a bus to rest and as well chill." An older man came out of the driver's seat and began to put away Randy's stuff on the bus. Looking at randy, I felt as this was going to be a long goodbye. In a way, I went from zero to his hero.
"Thanks Barry. Well I'm all set up and ready to go." Randy turned around to face me as I was holding my Samsung Galaxy phone. My heart began to crack a bit more as he came towards me. His scent began to invade my nose, making me go crazy. We hugged each other, as I wrapped my hands around his waist. "Gonna miss you Angela. I had a very entertaining night with you."
I burying my face in his chest as I spoke softly, "I was wondering if you would take a picture with me." I bit my lip as I looked into his glistening eyes.
"Of course, Barry come out here please and take a picture of us." As Barry came out, I handed him my phone. Hugging me around my hips, we were side-to-side as he smiled his pearly teeth. Looking up at him, Barry was getting ready to take the picture, as I got lost into my memory. Next thing I know, I heard a click.
"Angela, get up sis. Mom says to get ready because where going out." Groaning, Jessi left my room as I got up. Man, what a dream I had of meeting Randy Orton. Grabbing my cell phone, I began to look at the time. Nine am, man that's really early on a Sunday morning. As I began to put on my Pandora, I got a text message from an unknown number. What the heck? Checking the message, it was Randy who texted me.
Randy: Good morning Angela, It's me Randy Orton. Just wanted to tell you that this is my number. Have a great day xo
Holy Shit I did meet Randy last night! It wasn't a dream.
"Angela hurry up sweetie." My mother yelled. I was in shock for a bit but, Texted him back a simple 'okay,' and 'have a great day.'
"Okay ma. I'm almost done." Saving his information, I began to get ready. The song 'The story of my life' came on by One Direction, I felt it related to the situation right now. "The story of my life…" I said softly grabbing my purse, leaving my room.
