Never forget you

Chapter 3: Skye

My day hasn't been too bad so far. Besides the whole heart in my stomach thing when I ran into Knight this morning, this school isn't too bad. It's just like any other high school but no ones bothered me yet.
There's jocks, cheerleaders, nerds, emo kids, and then there's the in-betweens like me. Like Knight.
When I noticed him and his friends at lunch I realized that he's still the same kid I once knew; at least somewhere in there. He still doesn't fit in with the traditional clicks. He makes his own, just like me. That's what brought us together when we were younger.

Knight looks like the kind of guy who would be the star of the football team. Tall, muscular, broad shoulders, tight ass and GQ looks.

Dirty blonde hair, hazel eyes and a sharp jaw line shadowed in a days worth of stubble. But he sure as hell doesn't act like a hot shot athlete. Nope, Knight, like me, is more of a tore up jeans and T-shirt kinda dude, who doesn't give a shit what people think. Well, for the most part.

Today, for instance, he's rocking black skinny jeans, a black T-shirt, his staple silver chain around his neck, with black, high-top converse and his hair slicked off to the side. We used to talk about getting tattoos when we were younger and I smiled when I noticed the few on his arms. I couldn't help but wonder if he had anymore but I pushed those thoughts aside when I caught him staring at me with a nasty grin.

He watched me for a good part of lunch with these cold eyes that I've never seen on him before. What the hell is his problem?

I used to day dream about us being together, growing old together. Like in the movies he was going to be- supposed to be- my one and only. My one true love. But things changed. I'm not that girl anymore and he made it clear that he never thought I was that girl for him. I won't lie and say that it doesn't bother me that we're not close anymore, haven't been for a while, but I'm not a little kid anymore. I'm not the love sick puppy who followed him around. No, I'm the girl who knows what loss really feels like. The girl who doesn't play games. And the girl who won't take his shit.

When the lunch bell rang, I gathered my stuff and nodded at Lila when she said she had to run to grab her books from her locker. I should have followed but I decided to grab a soda from the vending machine.

"Ya know, you really shouldn't be drinking that outside of the lunch room." I look up to see one of the guys from Knights table smirking at me. He's got a lip ring, brown eyes and dark brown hair buzzed almost to the point of being bald.

I opened my soda, taking a big swig before smiling back at the guy, "Eh. I think I can manage."

"I think you should listen to Shane here," I look to my other side to see a tall blonde, with caramel colored eyes and freckles. He'd be my type of his hair didn't scream skater boy. His longe tresses gather in his eyes before he flicks his head causing them to move to the side.

"Mmm, and why's that?" I ask the blond, taking another long sip.

"Because you never know what could happen," comes a deep voice who pats the blond on the shoulder, "how ya doing, Skye?"

My mouth falls open as my eyes go wide, "Niko?"

He smirks at me in all his glory. His black hair making his dark blue eyes stand out but my eyes are drawn to the ink plastered all over his body. Holy shit the guy is covered. I'm so mesmerized by the art on his body that I don't notice Knight walking up.

"You just never learn, do you?"

I look up to narrowed eyes and a deep scowl on his face. The green in his eyes pushing through, proving that that's something that hasn't changed. Anytime he would get mad when we were younger, the green in his hazel eyes would stand out more, just like when he's upset his eyes turn brown. I smirk at the memories which only makes his scowl grow. I can't help it, I roll my eyes.

"And what, pray tell, am I supposed to be learning?" I take a sip of my drink but just as my lips touch the can Knight tips up the bottom sending cold soda running all down my clothes. I take a step back, wincing at the cold liquid. Letting out a growl, I clench my eyes shut, trying my best to simmer down my anger.

I never used to be one with a short fuse but after losing my dad it's like I can't control my anger anymore. That's partially why I left my old school early. I was getting into too many fights.

After a few deep breaths, I straighten my back at their snickers and look Knight straight in his eyes. He's watching me like a hawk, a wolffish grin plastered on his face and it makes my fist clench tighter. Damn, it's taking everything in me not to punch him right now.

"Holy shit, dude. Her eyes went from crystal blue to deep ocean blue. Damnnn you pissed her off good," the blond one says and I turn my face, growling at him. He laughs. Shane snickers on the other side of me, "come on Reese, let's get to class. I wanna see if Mrs. Winters is wearing one of those tight little skirts today." Reese laughs, shaking his head at me as he passes. The second he gets over to Shane I hear him whisper, "it's a damn shame, she's got such a fine ass, too. Ugh!"

My cold stare turns back to Knight who's still staring right at me. "Welp, I'll let you two catch up then. Guess I'll be seeing ya, Skye. Oh, and, you should really change your clothes, you look like you peed yourself." Niko snickers as he walks passed.

My fists clench and unclench as Knights grin grows. He takes a few steps closer to me until we're face to face. He bends down, putting his mouth to my ear, "that's for soaking me this morning. Doesn't feel too great, does it?"

I growl, "it was an accident. THIS was on purpose." He laughs pulling away from me so his green eyes meet my blues, "was it?"

I stomp my foot like a petulant child, "you know damn well it was." Knight shrugs, "I don't know what you're talking about." He nods at my shoes, "I'd wash those off before the stain set in. Wouldn't wanna ruin them, huh?" I glance down at my converse, instant tears filling my eyes. No.

I look back up at him, my eyes filled with unshed tears. "They're my moms, asshole!" I push him so hard he stumbles backwards and I run past him to the nearest bathroom. Taking off my shoes and scrubbing so hard, praying for the soda to come out. I'm so focused on getting the stain out I didn't realize I was crying until the tears start hitting the tops of my hands. I look up in the mirror, my blue eyes glistening and red.
Fuck. I can't let him know he got to me. Why the hell would he do that? He knows about my mom. Yeah, but he doesn't know that half of your wardrobe is hers. You haven't seen him in nearly four years.

I shake my head, pulling in breath after breath to calm my nerves. He may not have known about my clothes but that doesn't excuse why the hell he's being an ass to me. Sure we didn't leave on the best of terms. Hell we didn't even say goodbye to one another after that night but that doesn't give him a reason to be so cruel for no reason!

Knight Thomas may not be my friend anymore, hell, he may not be anything to me anymore but I'll be damned if he thinks that I'm someone he can just push around. He can try to forget me all he wants but I'm not guna let him. By the time this school years up, Knight Thomas will never forget me.

I look myself in the mirror, wiping away my tears stained cheeks and fixing my running mascara and eyeliner. This prick wants to play, well then baby, let's play.