Before I go on to the next chapter, I got to say something. Thank God for Batista's common sense! Way to go Dave! I'd have to say that was even better than when Randy spit in Trips' face! Anyway on to the next chapter.

Chapter Eleven: Jessica's P.O.V.

Open mouth, insert foot. I couldn't believe that I had just told him that. Chances were that as soon as he got back to the hotel he would go and run his mouth to Triple H.

"Oh, really?" Dave replied, raising his eyebrows. "Why do you say that?"

"Unfortunately for him, everyone is tired of seeing him as champion. Ratings are going down and it's my job to try and bring them back up. I know it's bad for you guys in Evolution but, seriously, if the ratings keep going down, there will be no Evolution because there will be no WWE," I told him.

"I completely agree."

"Are you serious?" I asked, surprised.

"Yeah. Listen, just because I'm friends with Trips doesn't mean I think like him. I don't have to have gold around my waist to be happy doing what I am. I mean, yeah, sure it's nice but if it keeps the fans from wanting to come to the show or watch it on TV, then I'd rather let it go."

I nodded in agreement with him.

"So, who did you have in mind for a new champion?"

"I don't really know yet," I lied. "On to something else. I just want to know, is life with Evolution all it's cracked up to be? I mean with all the limos, the parties…"

"The women?" Dave laughed. "I guess it is. Sure, I love the parties and everything like that but after awhile it gets old."

"But you still do it?"

"Mainly because of Randy. He's always wanting to go out to clubs and everything. To get away from all the problems at work."

"Problems? A member of Evolution is having problems at work?"

"Yeah, suprising, huh? Believe it or not, there are a lot of problems between Randy and Trips. Paul gives him such a hard time sometimes. Mainly after he loses a match."

"But if it's written in the script, there's nothing that he can do about it."

"Oh, I know. Half the time I thought that Paul would actually go tell Stephanie to have Randy lose just so Randy wouldn't steal his spotlight."

"Some friend."

"Everybody has their flaws. Paul's is just selfishness."

Our food came shortly after and we ate in silence before heading to the car to leave.

"Would you like to go to the mall?" Dave asked after we had gotten in the car.

"Sure. That sounds fun."

That afternoon was one of the best times I had ever had. Dave and I got along great, which made it hurt even more to know that the only reason that I had wanted to got out with him was to tear him and his group of friends apart.

We didn't arrive back at the hotel until around midnight.

"I can't believe you got us kicked out of the mall," I laughed.

"I can't help that everywhere I go there is a mass revolt against me because I'm such an asshole on the show. You writers are the ones that made me that way," he responded as he walked me to my hotel room, holding all of my shopping bags.

"Excuse me, Stephanie wrote you that way, not me. You know, I could've carried some of those bags."

"Don't worry about it," he said, setting them down in front of my door. "I had an awesome time with you today, Jessie. I haven't had that much fun in a long time. And I was wondering if you'd like to go out for dinner after the house show tomorrow."

I smiled and nodded my head. "I'd like that."

"Then it's a date," he told me and did something that I never would've expected him to do.

He kissed me.