Never forget you

Chapter 5: Skye

My heart is pounding as I make my way to my locker. I thought the days of Knight effecting me like that was over. Apparently my body never got the memo. Ugh!

I throw my books in my locker after it takes me three attempts to open it, grab my bag and slam it shut, groaning at the day. "Fuck," I mutter to myself. This day was utter shit. I thought that I could manage, even convinced myself that I wasn't going to let him get to me, but when I heard girls whispering in French class that they knew he was going to be in there with us I sucked down the dread and put on my best poker face. My heart was racing like the speed of lightning the entire time but I wouldn't let it show. Couldn't falter from my façade. But fuck me, when he breathed into my ear and reminded me of our first time, I just... "Ugh!" I throw my head back. I'm briefly aware of people looking at me as they shuffle around the halls to leave school.

Joy. Now they're guna know the new girl is a total freak. Talking to myself, good one Skye. Way to go.

I make my way outside, heading toward my dad's Shelby GT when I see a ton of idiotic guys surrounding it. "Fan-fucking-tastic," I grumble as I make my way over through the throng of testosterone.

A guy looks over his shoulder at me, "Where you trying to go, sweetheart? I know it's pretty but us boys want to observe the natural beauty of something I'm sure your pretty little head doesn't quite understand." I snicker as I try to push past him. "Yo, chill. I'm trying to look at this sick ass car some dude just got," another guy says looking me up and down, "why you interested in the car, sweet thing?"

"Ugh," I roll my eyes wanting to literally vomit all over these morons. I bet you they know next to nothing about what's underneath the hood of this car. I've had enough. The little bit I've space I pushed through has vanished as more people have come over to see what everyone is looking out. "Move!" I yell, startling some guys standing in my way. They look over their shoulder and laugh at me, making little attempt to get out of my way.

"Ugh! You fuckers leave me no choice!" I start pushing full force at backs, shoulders and sides, even kicking in someone's knees when they don't head my warnings to move. When I finally make it through I notice some peering into the windows and putting their hands on the hood.

"BACK THE FUCK AWAY FROM THE CAR OR I WILL BRING OUT THE PEPPER SPRAY!" wide eyes greet me and I sneer at them. The minute they start to back away I unlock my car and slide into the seat, smiling when the engine purrs as I turn it on. I see people talking to each other, wide eyes and gasps at the fact that the new girl is driving the hottest car in the damn lot. It's not the new that's getting to them, its the girl part. Guys can't understand the fact that a girl can not only drive a sports car, but understand anything about a car in general. Morons. My dad was an antique car collector, mechanic, distributor, you name it. He traveled the world, collected cars, fixed them up and sold them at ridiculous prices while keeping the ones he treasured the most. Like this one. He named it Luna, after my mom. It's my favorite car that we own, not only because it reminds me of both my parents but because it's an awesome ride.

The second I see that it's clear for me to go, I reverse, spotting Knight as he leans against his black Camaro. Aw poor thing, probably thought that his car was the sickest shit ever. I shake my head at yet another thought of what brought us together as kids. Our love for cars drew us to each other and gave us something to talk about that no one else understood at the time. Knight's dad owns a mechanic shop so he learned at an early age how to restore a car, back to front, take it apart and put it back together again.

I smirk at him, shift Luna into gear and take off out of the parking lot. It's been a long day and all I want is a hot shower, a grilled cheese and to cuddle up in my bed while blasting some music. When I get back to Aunt Lacey's place-which I should probably start calling home- my phone chimes as I walk in the door.

Unknown 1: Nice ride girlie, what'd you do steal it?

I groan, rolling my eyes while debating to answer when another text comes in from a different number.

Unknown 2: Didn't no u enjoyed riding a monster. I got another 1 4 ya if u think u can handle it ;) *eggplant emoji*

"Ugh! Gross," I grumble to myself, taking off my shoes before heading to the kitchen to grab a snack. I feel thoroughly defeated roaming through Lacey's fridge and finding nothing but healthy snacks but when I reach all the way in the back of her 'snack' cabinet, my mood changes when my hand lands on a bag of flaming hot cheetohs. "Score! Yes!" I open the bag like a starving person and shovel a handful into my mouth moaning at the delicious taste. "Mmm," my phone chimes with another text, "Ugh! Go away people! How the hell are you getting my number!"

Unknown 3: Be careful wit the GTO, twinkle toes, don't want some1 to mess it up. Thought I'd give u a fair warning.

My heart starts to race at the familiar nickname, Twinkle toes. Only one person ever called me that when we were in camp. Niko.

Me: Niko. How the hell did you get my number?

Niko: I have my ways. How'd u know it was me?

Me: Twinkle toes....really? Did you honestly think I wouldn't figure that one out?

Niko: *crying laughing emoji* don't know. U seem like u don't remember much about camp these days.

Me: Some things I can never forget.

I shake my head, remembering the night he started calling me that. We were twelve years old, Niko's first year of camp with us and the counselors decided it would be a great idea to include dance lessons twice a week into the curriculum. In case you couldn't tell, I'm not the typical girly girl and at twelve I was even worse. I never played with dolls, never had a crush on the teen heart throb from the famous soap opera and I never danced. So when dance lessons began I was all over the place. I stepped on everyone's toes, I tripped, I even accidently punched someone in the face while doing a spin. Niko thought it was hilarious and dubbed me twinkle toes. Knight never made me feel bad about it. He would come over, help me practice and he even snuck us into the dance room after hours to dance with me to make sure I got the steps right.

I shake off the memory. He's not the same guy he once was and I'm not the same girl.

Niko: True dat. Just like u can't forget certain peeps either.

I don't respond to that.

Me: If anyone so much as touches my car I'll not only cut off their hands but I'll rip their nut sacks off. Spread the word.

Niko: Jesus Skye! WTF! On behalf of all men I am cringing.

Me: Good. Spread the word. No one touches Luna.

Niko: Luna?

Me: My car dumbass!

Niko: Got it.

I grumble, placing the Cheetohs down on the counter before making my way upstairs to my bathroom. I strip my clothes off, feeling the weight of the day come off with them and step into the steaming hot shower. I'm rinsing out my hair, listening to Nirvana when my phone chimes with a message. I growl, hoping its not another idiot texting me about my dad's GTO when my stomach drops to the floor and my breath turns into shallow breaths. My heart is racing so fast I almost feel dizzy.

My mouth is open, shampoo still in my hair as I get out of the shower and stare down at the name on my phone.

Nighty Knight

I never deleted his number. It sat in my contacts all these years, haunting me. I figured he would have changed his numbers after four years but I guess I was wrong. Like me, he still has the same one. I slowly grab my phone, hovering over the unlock button. My mind is racing with what in the hell he could have possibly texted me. A string of curse words, pictures of horrible things to disgust me, threats. He saw me drive away today. He was nasty to me all day. But he brought up our past today, before we left. I thought he was going to kiss me for a split second before I came to my senses.

My heart's beating so loud I can no longer hear the water from the shower going right beside me. I clench my eyes shut, put down my phone and hop back into the water. No. I will not let him get to me. He can wait.