Chapter Fifty-Five: Jessica's P.O.V.

I walked back into the locker room. Dave was being so immature about this whole ordeal.

"Whoa! Looks like you and Dave got it on in the shower," Randy laughed.

"Shut it, Orton," I replied, coldly, while looking in my bag for some dry clothes.

"What's wrong, J?" John asked, concerned.

"Nothing, John."

"Come on. You know you can tell me anything," he said, walking up and putting his arm around me.

"I think you should stay away from me for the time being. Now, both of you turn around while I change. I don't want to go back in to the bathroom with Dave right now."

I watched them turn around before I started to change. I had gotten into a new pair of jeans but had not replaced my shirt when Dave walked back in, fully dressed.

"What the hell are you doing!" he yelled, causing Randy and John to turn around.

"I was changing. What does it look like I'm doing?"

I looked over to John and Randy. Randy had sat down and put his head in his hands, but John, on the other hand, was staring at me. I grabbed my shirt and put it on, causing him to break his stare.

"Could you guys excuse us for a minute?" I asked them, quietly.

"Sure," I heard both of them answer as they walked out.

"So where do you want to begin?" I asked Dave.

"How about you telling e what's up with you and Cena," he said, coolly, sitting down on the couch.

"We're friends, Dave, nothing more."

"You could've fooled me. I walk out of the bathroom and find you half naked with two of my best friends, one of them being John. And you can't tell me that you didn't notice him staring at you just a minute ago."

"First of all, about the whole changing thing, I told them to turn around and I watched them do it. Now, unless they have eyes in the back of their heads, they didn't see anything more. And, yes, I did notice John staring at me. That's why I put the damn shirt on."

Dave sighed, realizing what I had said was true. "I just don't trust him in that aspect of our friendship."

"That's fine if you don't want to trust him, Dave, but in order for our relationship to work you have to trust ME."

"I do trust you, Jess," he said, getting up and walking over to me.

"Then act like it," I added, calmly.

"Alright, from now on, I will. As long as you promise me one thing," he said, in all seriousness.

"And what's that?"

"That we can have some more of those amazing showers."

Icouldn'thelp but smileback at him. I never could stay mad at Dave for long. But I hadn't yet figured out if that was a good thing or a bad thing.