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

The weekend went by incredibly slowly and eventually it came around to Monday night. I walked into Evolution's locker room to find Ric sitting on the couch.

"How's it going, big man?" he asked when he saw me.

"Alright," I answered, setting my cell phone, which I carried in my hand, on the table. "Where's H?"

"He won't be here until later tonight. Something having to do with Steph."

"Oh. Did you happen to check the lineup for tonight?"

"Yeah, all Evolution's got tonight are promos. Orton's got one by himself, talking trash on Edge for their match this Sunday at Vengeance. And we're doing one with H."

"Good, I don't feel like having a match."

"Under the weather, Dave? Don't worry we can fix that. We'll find a girl tonight and you'll be just fine."

"Actually, Ric, I think that I'm going to take the night off from clubbing. I'm still feeling the affects of the alcohol from last time," I lied.

"Well, you know that if you change your mind, you can always come with us."

"I know, Ric."

"Hey, Dave, let me ask you something. Rumor is going around that Randy wants out of Evolution. Do you know anything about that?"

"Yeah, Ric, I do. He asked Jessica right before Wrestlemania and she basically guaranteed it," I answered. Even the thought of Jessie pulled at my heart strings.

"Damn him. Do you know how she plans to do it?"

"Yeah, of course I do, Ric. I talk to Jessie all the time now after the hell we went through three months ago," I told him, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Geez, big man, I didn't know if she told you before both of you had your falling out. You seriously need a night off."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to be like that. Just talking about her brings back all of the pain."

"Understandable. She was a total bitch for doing that to you. Honestly, no one saw it coming. We all thought she was really in love with you."

"Ric! Shut up!" I yelled, walking right back out the door as the tone on my phone went off, signaling that I had a text message. But I just left it on the table; I couldn't stand to be in that room anymore.

About twenty minutes before the show was supposed to start I walked back in the locker room and went straight for my phone, only to find that the message had been deleted.

'Ric' I thought to myself and set out to find him and eventually did, sitting at a table with Paul in catering. "Glad to see you finally got here," I told him.

"Would've been here sooner if Steph hadn't had a stupid doctor's appointment that she begged me to go to," he replied, taking a drink of the bottle of water he had in front of him.

"Um… Ric, did you happen to read the text I got on my phone when I left?"

"Yeah, big man. It was H telling us he'd be here soon and voila! Here he is. That's all," he answered quickly.

For some reason, I didn't believe him.