Chapter Fifty-Two: Dave's P.O.V.
There was a house show Friday in St. Louis that we flew out to on Thursday. John had joined us, much to my dismay. It's not that I didn't like the guy; he was actually one of my better friends. I just hated the way he looked at Jess, the way he hung around her every minute he could. Their nightly phone calls to one another.
Just like now, they were sitting on the leather couch in Evolution's locker room. His arm was around her shoulders and both were laughing at some stupid joke he made. I tore my eyes away from them and continued lacing up my boots.
Paul and Ric had yet to make an appearance since Monday night after the Rumble and even then they wouldn't speak to any of us.
"Hey, what 'cha thinking about, big man?" Randy asked, sitting next to me.
"Stuff," I answered, grabbing my elbow pads and putting them on.
I saw Randy glance over to John and Jessie then look back at me with a questioning look in his eyes.
I slightly nodded my head.
"Don't worry, Dave. They're just friends. I know John. He wouldn't go after your girl. And Jessie wouldn't let him."
"Yeah, I know. My match is in a few. I'll see you later," I said and walked out of the room. Soon I heard footsteps running behind me. I turned around and saw Jess.
"Why'd you leave like that?" she asked once she caught up. "You didn't even say anything to me"
"You and John were talking so I didn't think you'd care if I just left," I answered somewhat coolly.
"Of course, I would, Dave. I always walk with you to gorilla position."
I just shrugged my shoulders as I kept walking.
"Why are you being this way, Dave? What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Bullshit. Tell me."
"I have a match. We can talk later."