Never forget you

Chapter 7: Knight

"God damn shit." I cursed under my breath as I walked to the closest bathroom. I didn't care if I was late this morning, I was sporting the biggest hard-on I've had in a while. I hated Skye for the past four years but her being here has done something to me that I can't explain. She's getting under my skin and I can't let that happen. My body is reacting to her. To her sass. To her sexy looks. To everything about her and it needs to fucking stop. I growl at myself in the mirror before admitting that I need to take care of my problem otherwise it won't go away.

I pull out my phone and text the first girl in my contacts. Aimee Lawson. The brunette from my trig class, who has pouty lips and deep brown eyes. She meets me in the men's bathroom not even five minutes and she's down on her knees in the stall for me in less then two. I smile down at her and her willingness. She knows this is nothing more then a hookup. I grin at the small gasp she makes when I whip out my member and give it a few strokes before her tongue peeks out, caressing my tip. I throw my head back on a groan, biting my lip but when I close my eyes I see flashes of the little devil that is Skye, sucking me dry. My eyes fly open and I retreat backwards a step before realizing that the girl before me is not the one in my head.

I smile down at Aimee, apologize and guide her mouth back to my aching cock. She swirls her tongue before taking as much as she can into her wet mouth. She licks and sucks but as I watch her I realize that it's not doing anything for me. I thread my fingers through her brown tresses but my mind is screaming at me, that's not the right color. When she looks up, her brown eyes meeting my hazels the voice in my head yells, they should be blue. My breath hitches which makes Aimee smile. If only she knew it was because I was craving someone else's mouth on me. I groaned, wanting the voice to shut the fuck up. Wanting my body to respond to the girl that was so eager in front of me but I couldn't. I took a deep breath and decided to give in. I clenched my eyes shut and gave in to the images. To the memories.

Skye and her perfect mouth. The way she would hold my shaft before she made a long lick from the base to the tip. The way she teased me, lapping at the head of my cock and licking away any pre cum that escaped. I let out a low moan, relishing in the holy feeling of warmth and wetness on my dick. The way that Skye would moan with her lips trapping my throbbing member, making me vibrate and spill at just the right moment when her hand would capture my balls and squeeze.

"Oh. Oh, fuck." I gripped her hair, thrusting deeper and deeper into her mouth, getting closer and closer to my climax and just then her teeth would graze me ever so slightly tipping me over the edge. I screamed her name out in ecstasy. But just then her mouth left my cock, the warmth and wetness gone as she jumped up. Hands on her hips. "My name's not fucking Skye!"

I blinked a few times, my gaze still a little hazy from my orgasm bliss. When I came to I looked at the girl standing in front of me looking as if she were about to murder me. "What?" I asked, pulling myself together and tucking my cock back into my briefs and jeans.

"You called me, Skye." Aimee pouted, "My name's Aimee. Aimee Lawson, asshole."

I leaned forward, rubbing her arms in a warming gesture, "I didn't call you, Skye, sweetheart. I know who you are, Aimee, we're in trig together. I didn't call you, Skye, you must have misheard me." Fuck. Did I really just call her Skye? Shit. This was bad. I knew girls talked and that was all I needed, for people to think I was into Skye. Especially now after I put in a no touch order.

I made a point to tell everyone not to go near her. No talking, no touching, no nothing. She was new and I know as much as she hated the spotlight, she wanted to make friends. But man oh man was that going to be hard when no one wanted to get beat by me or my friends let alone shamed if they did go near her. We had the power to turn their lives into a living hell. One of us was bound to know something about every single person in this school that they didn't want others to know and right now that was working to our advantage when it came to Skye Davis and my revenge.

Leaning forward I kissed Aimee on the cheek, "You were great, thanks babe." Her eyes fluttered as a blush rose up on her cheeks. She smiled at me before nodding, "Of course. Let me know when you want to get together again."

"Mmm," I gave a non-committal nod before tucking my dick back into my briefs and putting my jeans back in place. Girls knew how this worked. We'd hook up but that was it. I didn't do the girlfriend thing and it was rare that I came back for seconds. But if I said you were good then word would most likely get around and soon enough that girl would be like cat nip for boys. Every guy would want her and that's exactly what Aimee was banking on the minute I said I liked it. The truth was...as much as I hate to admit it- God, do I hate to admit it-but if I didn't fantasize that she was Skye giving me head then I probably wouldn't have came to begin with.

I walked out of the stall, went to the sinks and proceeded to wash my hands as I saw Aimee's reflection leave in the reflection of the mirror. Damn, I was a dick. Didn't even bother to say bye but hell, she knew the game.

After cleaning up I made my way to my second period class, paying attention as much as I could but my thoughts still lingered back to the little she devil. The girl that wouldn't get the hell out of my head. My anger began to rise with every minute that passed by. She deserved all of the shit that I was going to put her through but it pissed me off that she was playing games with me and didn't even know it. I needed to find a way to make my body remember what a horrible person she was because if this continued I don't know what the hell I was going to do. Probably throw her against a wall and fuck her into oblivion. And that's the kind of shit I'm trying to avoid I screamed at the voice in my head.

My anger grew even more by the time lunch came around. I felt her the minute she walked in the cafeteria. It's an instinct I wish I didn't have. I watched, secretly, as she sat down across from that blond girl. They barely talked, Skye's earphones stuck in her ears as she bobbed her head to music. "Damn, are you sure we can't get with the hottie even if we are going to make her days here hell? I mean why exactly can't we hook up with her?" Reese asked as he sat down at the table, passing me my tray of food. My boys were good to me. Always had my back. We took care of each other like only family could but I was starting to see a different side to them since Skye came into the picture. And it was starting to piss me the hell off.

"Because I fucking said so! No one is hooking up with her. No one!" I scowled at them and Niko snickered as he sat down beside me, "Yeah, no one but you," he said under his breath and I turned to him with a burning stare. He threw his hands up defensively and I shook my head. Yeah, he knew Skye and me for a while, knew what had happened between us, but that didn't give him the right to think that he knew what the hell I wanted. Even if I did secretly, deep, deep, deep down want to get with her.

"Yooooo did you see the hottie today. Daaaayyyuuummm, that girl is fine! Her tits are begging to come out in that tank and holy shit do I want to motor boat her," Shane plopped down on the other side of me and I turned my narrow eyes to him as the others shook their head, silently laughing. "What? What'd I say?" Shanes eyes were wide in confusion and I balled my fists up, trying my hardest not to punch him in the face in the middle of the cafeteria. He looked at me, the picture of innocence written on his face before throwing his hand up in Skye's direction,
"You can hate her all you want but you can't tell me she's not hot as fuck!"

A low growl escaped me as every set of eyes at the table turned to look at me. I didn't have to say anything, they all knew he was right. Skye was hotter than sin but I couldn't go there. I wouldn't go there. I narrowed my eyes at her, as if she could feel me she turned, narrowing her eyes right back before the corner of her mouth twisted up in a devilish grin. What the fuck? I kept my face poker straight but deep down I cringed. Why was she looking so smug? She was supposed to be breaking down and it was bothering me that she wasn't. I wasn't about to let my efforts go to waste. No. I was going to get my revenge, one way or another and if she thought that this was my only plan she was sorely mistaken.