Thanks to those of you who reviewed. This is my first story so I am really excited about getting the reviews that I did. I only own Jessica.
Chapter Three: Jessica's P.O.V.
"Those guys have no respect for anybody but themselves," Adam told me as we walked to our hotel rooms.
I nodded as we stopped in front of my room.
"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked, concerned.
"Yes, Adam, for the millionth time, I'm fine.'
"I was just making sure. You've been awfully quiet ever since."
"It's just that Batista actually apologized for doing that. It kinda shocked me."
"He probably just wanted to make himself seem somewhat compassionate."
"No, I think he really meant it."
Adam scoffed at my comment. "Jessie, you've been here, what, two years now? You should know by now that no member of Evolution is truly apologetic."
"Yeah, I guess, you're right. Must've been wishful thinking, huh?"
"Unfortunately, yeah," he smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
"Alright," I said and gave him a hug before going into my hotel room. I closed the door behind me before heading into the bathroom to take a nice, hot, relaxing bath. After I was done, I changed into an over-sized t-shirt and a pair of boxers.
I tried to work on ideas for the next week's show but I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened earlier that night.
No matter how many times Adam told me he wasn't, I still wanted to believe that Dave Batista's apology was sincere. And if Adam was right, why would Dave want to try and seem somewhat compassionate around me?
All these questions were running through my head, but eventually I pushed them to the back of my mind and went to sleep.
The next morning, I met Adam down in the lobby to get ready to travel to a house show in Tampa.
"Why do you come to the house shows?" he asked, as I loaded my luggage into the back of the rental we were sharing. "I mean, it's not like there are any big storyline events going on."
"There's nowhere else that I need to be," I replied.
"But don't you like to go home once in a while and see your family and stuff?"
The year and half that I had been friends with Adam Copeland, I had never spoken a word about my family…and I didn't plan to.
"Wow, I'm really hungry," I told him. "Do you think we could drive through some place before we leave Miami?"
"Uh…yeah, sure," he said, sounding confused by the sudden change of topic in our conversation.
The drive to Tampa was a pretty boring one. Besides small talk between Adam and me and the constant changing of radio stations, there was not much activity in the car.
We arrived at the arena two hours before the show started. Adam went off to his locker room while I wandered around the now somewhat full arena.
House shows were so calmly put together unlike RAW every Monday. People were always running around, making sure they were in the right places at the right time, going over matches and promos…but here everyone was so much more relaxed.
I walked past one of the many merchandise stands and noticed that most of the t-shirts were either Triple H or Evolution.
"What a wide variety," I said to myself.
"Yeah, but what a good one," a deep voice said from behind me.
I spun around to see none other than Dave Batista