Bridging Stat (Kris Statlander x OC)

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Kris

I couldn't help the sigh that escaped my lips. It had been over a week since I had given Zeke my number. All the girls kept saying to give it time that every man has a three day wait period but as the days went on it was getting harder and harder to believe. Like come on Kristen how stupid can you be. You should've gotten his number. Not the other way around. You know better....

"Kris your phone is ringing." Julia Harts words snapped me out of my thoughts before I grabbed my phone questioning who was calling. Nobody called on Dynamite days. They all knew I was too busy to pick up. I looked down and could feel my eyebrows push together from the confusion. Who in the hell would be calling me with a Buffalo area code? Screw it. You never know who it could be.

"Kris...?" It took everything in my power to keep my mouth from dropping. I could feel my breath catch in my throat as I immediately recognized the voice. "Kris?" He repeated and as I went to answer I couldn't. The words were caught as the shock took over. He actually fucking called! "Fuck me I knew this wouldn't work...." His voice got quieter and I could tell he was about to hang up.

"Zeke?" There was a loud noise at the other end and what sounded like someone scrambling to pick up a phone.

"There's no fucking way...." The shock could be heard in his voice before he cleared his throat and I couldn't help but bite back a laugh. "You know I said I was up for a challenge but I never expected that fucking challenge to be me having to figure out your number with two numbers missing...."

"You're lying...." A laugh escaped his lips and I had to bite back a smile keeping my emotions in check as I could see others start to look at me. No matter where I went I knew I was going to have to explain so fuck it. Might as well talk to him here.

"I fucking wish I was.... I've called at least a hundred different people I fucking swear." I bit the inside of my cheek. Hes got to be fucking with me.

"There's no way...." That's when I felt my phone buzz. He sent me a text? You're kidding me.... He wasn't lying. On the screen was a list of numbers that were crossed off.

"Look for yourself. Made a list to keep track because in the beginning I swear I called the same guy six times. He was about ready to help me find you...." I couldn't help my laugh. "Look Paul was a kind man who just wanted me to find the hot girl from the bar. Or maybe wanted to find me at a bar.... But whatever. Finally figured out your number.... So I can now say remind me never again to let you write on my hand in sharpie because fuck me that was a mistake.... Does not last through a spilled shot of vodka."

"How do you know I didn't do it on purpose?" He laughed.

"Because it was smudged not nonexistent. Plus you didn't seem like the type of person to do that...." He replied nonchalantly. "See...." Another text from him but this time it was a different picture. It was his palm with my handwriting on it and I'll be damned.... The last two numbers were smudged.

"Would you have still tried to figure it out had I not?" I swear to god I could hear his smile through the phone.

"Damn right I would've. Like I said.... You're worth the challenge." It was then that I could feel Willow and Skye leaning in behind me listening to every word that was said between us. Lord were they nosy but they're lucky I love them because fuck it. They can listen I don't care. I still feel like I'm on cloud nine just because he called. "Now I may or may not have done a little googling so don't think I'm a creep or anything but don't you have like a show or something tonight?" I bit back a laugh he was absolutely clueless and it was fucking cute.

"I actually do.... You plan on watching or something?" Lord what I would've given to see his smirk.

"I may...." A laugh escaped my lips.

"Would your choice be influenced if I said I'll actually be on it tonight?" His chuckle was deep and filled my ear. Fuck. I'm in trouble.

"Probably." He replied smoothly.

"Then watch the show tonight." He chuckled again and I could feel my stomach flip. What in the hell was this man doing to me.

"Kris you're up!" I couldn't help my sigh as I was called to make up.

"Gotta go?" He questioned getting a nod that he couldn't see.

"I do.... But watch the show. You'll enjoy it." I replied quietly.

"I will. No need to worry about that. I'd say break a leg but don't think that's the best thing to say to a wrestler so.... Go break legs?" I couldn't help but laugh getting him to do the same. "You've got my number though so call me later. Don't care when. I'm always up late."

"I will." He hung up the phone before I could say anything more and I paused for a second before getting out of my chair and going towards makeup. I could see just about everyone's eyes on me. "What?" I finally questioned them all.

"Who are you and what have you done with the awkward Kris we all know?" Willow instantly questioned back. When I shrugged I could feel a poke on my shoulder.

"It's still Kris." Toni Storm commented. "Well on the outside."

"Would you all fuck off?" I said with a laugh.

"Not until you tell us what happened." Skye replied.

"You know how I wrote my number on his hand?" Those that were listening nodded. "He got vodka on it and lost the last two numbers. He went through an entire list of numbers before he finally found mine."

"Bullshit. There is no fucking way. He just took forever to call like every other man." Willow commented and I couldn't help my smirk. I went back to the text Zeke had sent me before showing those around the fact that he had made an entire list of all the possible numbers and had crossed out over half before finally getting to her number. "Oh. My. God."

"If he asks you on a date you bloody better say yes." Toni commented before I zoned out as all the other women gave me their 'advice'. But I didn't need it. If it was going to work out it would but I wasn't going to get my hopes up. Nobody understands this schedule. Just before they started on my eye makeup I could feel my phone buzz. I couldn't help the smile along my lips as I read the text from Zeke.

fuck breaking legs. doesnt work. good luck. no pressure but ill be watching and call later. cant say youre like me and dont have my number now 😏