Chapter Seventy: Dave's P.O.V.

What was wrong? Was she hurt? These questions were the ones that ran through my head as I saw Copeland carry her out of the club.

"Stay with me, big guy. Not the girl across the room," the blonde next to me said, taking my attention away from Jessie.

"Sorry, I thought I knew her," I responded. In a way, that statement was true. I thought I knew Jessie well enough to know that she wouldn't have done the things she had to me.

But I guess I was wrong.

The slow but sharp pounding inside my head was what woke me up the next morning, along with the bright sun shining through the curtains of the hotel window. I sat up in bed and tried to rub the tiredness out of my eyes and that's when I saw the form next to me. It was the blonde from the club.

I cursed to myself as I realized what I had done. I had let Paul and Ric get into my head and convince me that this was the way to get over Jessie, when I knew it wasn't. I shouldn't have even gone out to the club with them last night. But I did, and then they got me drinking and after that, taking a girl back to the hotel seemed like the only logical thing to do.

I climbed out of bed and put got dressed before searching through my suitcase for a bottle of aspirin. After I found some, I grabbed a bottle of water and headed to the hotel gym, leaving the blonde by herself. Hopefully she'd be gone by the time I got back.

In the gym, there were only a couple of people: Chris Jericho, Shelton Benjamin and, to my surprise, Randy. He was never out of bed before noon, yet it was 8:00 in the morning and there he was. I walked over to him as he was doing some reps on the bench press.

"So, how much are you lifting today?" I asked, trying to have a decent conversation with him. He didn't even glance at me and continued doing his reps.

"Randy, I don't want things to be this way between you and I. Man, you're my best friend and now you're avoiding me just because of something that happened between me and some girl."

That must've touched a nerve in him as he set the bar back on the rests. "Some girl? That's all Jessie was to you was some girl?"

"No, she wasn't just some girl. I didn't mean for it to come out like that," I told him, truthfully.

"If you didn't mean for it to come out like that, you wouldn't have said it. I know you all too well, Dave. You don't say things unless you mean them."

"Well, in case you haven't noticed, Randy, I really haven't been myself lately."

"Whatever, I'm not going to sit here and argue with you," he said, getting up from the bench press and heading over to the treadmill, hoping to get away from me. But, being the persistent person I was, I followed him.

"What was wrong with Jess last night?" I asked him.

"Like I'm going to tell you."

"Orton, please, man. I don't like to see her hurt."

"You should of thought of that before you broke up with her, because, face it that hurt her more than anything."

I wasn't going to get anything out of Randy, no matter how hard I tried. "Is there any chance that I could talk to her?"

"Maybe when hell freezes over. John flew in last night after hearing what happened to Jess and I doubt Adam will let you come within a hundred foot radius of her. So, needless to say, your chances are slim to none. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to finish my workout," he replied and started to run.

I sighed and walked out of the gym. I suddenly didn't feel like working out anymore.