Chapter Sixty-Six: Dave's P.O.V.

I collapsed onto the leather couch with my head in my hands. This wasn't happening.

I don't know how long I sat there, but it must've been for a pretty long time. I heard the door open and looked up to see Paul standing in front of my, title-less. He had already had his match. Wrestlemania was over.

"This has to be one of the worst nights of my career!" he yelled, slamming the door.

I sighed deeply. I really didn't have any sort of patience for this shit right now. "H, as much as I feel for you, I have my own problems to deal with."

"Oh, so I'm guessing Ric told you about Jessie?" he questioned, searching through his gym bag.

I nodded, running a hand through my hair. "We broke up."

"Wow, I'm really sorry to hear that. But she doesn't deserve a member of Evolution, let alone The Animal. I mean what makes her think that she can do whatever she wants to you when you could have any other woman at the snap of your fingers? There are millions of better, not to mention, more beautiful women out there, Dave. So, stop worrying about this one.

2 months later

I woke up, in my own bed, to a pounding on my front door. I climbed out of bed and went downstairs to see a black Escalade parked in the driveway.

"Randy…" I yawned to myself.

Sure enough, when I opened the door, Randy was standing in front of me.

"Hey, man. What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I came to pick up the rest of Jessie's things," he answered quietly.

I nodded solemnly and led him to the last couple of boxes that held her things. He had been coming every couple of weeks to collect more and more of Jessie's stuff. We had never gotten it all unpacked.

"Do you…uh…know when she's coming to get the Mustang?"

"She's not. She told me to tell you that it was a gift and she wants you to keep it. If it would've been me, I wouldn't hesitate in taking it back," he answered, coldly.

Ever since the news had gotten out about my and Jessie's breakup, the whole locker room, including Randy, had turned against me, thinking that I was the only one at fault. Too bad they couldn't, or rather they didn't want to hear my side of the whole damn situation.

"Well, I guess I should be grateful that you aren't her."

Randy scoffed and took the remaining boxes out to his car. I stopped him before he got into the driver's seat.

"Randy, I was wondering if you could at least tell me where she's staying."

"No," he said, and opened the door.

"Please, Orton. I need to know that she's being taken care of."

He sighed, while rubbing the back of his neck with his palm. "If I hear from anybody that you're bugging her, I will beat the shit out of you and you best believe that I won't be the only one. She's staying with John."

My eyebrows rose as I bit my lip. With John?

"But don't get the wrong impression. She's not dating him. She's just staying there on her days off which aren't even the same as John's."

I nodded as he got in the car. "One more question, Randy. Is she dating anyone?" I had to know if she had moved on.

"Yeah, man, she is."

"Who?"

"Copeland."