Never forget you

Chapter 8: Skye

A no touch order. A fucking no touch order. Was he for real? Is that even really a thing? I tried my best to hide my shock when Lila told me. She said that she wasn't supposed to say anything but she felt like we were becoming fast friends and even if the guys did have something on her it was worth being a good friend to me.

I gotta say, the girl got to me. She was right, we were becoming fast friends and right now, I was actually happy about it. She gave me the answer that no one else was willing to. The answer that explained why everyone was staring at me all day, whispering and giving me side eyes. It didn't stop the guys from ogling though. I guess the no touch doesn't exclude looking.

When I caught Knight staring at me in the cafeteria I wanted him to know that he wasn't getting to me. He actually did me a favor. I wasn't here for dates. I didn't need to be kissed, swooned, courted or fucked. Well, the last one...maybe. It has been a while but its nothing a little self care can't cure.

So when I walked into French and saw Knight and Niko already sitting down, I made it a point to look extremely happy. I watched as his eyes closed more and more into tiny slits, watching my every movement until I sat down next to him.

"Salut beau gosse, comment vas-tu?" I aim my question at Niko, knowing he loves it when I speak French but also because I know it ticks Knight off. As I'm settling into my seat I turn back around, waiting for Niko to answer but his mouth is agape, staring at me with lust filled eyes and I laugh. Damn, he's easy. I see Knight roll his eyes from my periphery.

"Why are you in such a good mood?" Knight asks at the same time Niko says, "What the fuck does that mean?"

I chuckle, turning to face the board and waiting for Madame to start class. "Pas heureux que je sois heureux?" My stare remains glued to the board while I ask Knight my question.

"Okay, I know you called me handsome. That one I know for sure," Niko's still trying to figure out what I said while he's flipping through his French book, "But what was the other part?"

"It doesn't bother me at all that you're happy. Just asking a question. You seem a bit more chipper then I would have thought for someone who just moved here and has no friends." Knight replies to my question. You not happy that I'm happy? I almost laugh at his response. I'm sure its eating his up inside knowing that he's not bothering me the way he planned.

As I'm about to answer Madame settles us down and speaks to the class in French. Today we are to start only talking in French the minute we enter the room and to help us, she has paired us into groups of two to practice phrases. The lucky partner she paired me with? Non other than Knight himself. This will be fun.

The scrapes of desks and chairs fill the room as everyone turns their tables to sit directly across from one another as Madam passes around ten phrases on pieces of paper that she wants us to read to each other and have the other person write down in English what it means. If we get them all right we don't have to take the quiz tomorrow, instead opting to watch a movie in the library. Here's to hoping my three years of French don't let me down.

I pick up the first piece of paper, looking at it before saying it out loud, "Voulez-vous du vin?" I smile before writing on my paper, sneaking a peek to see if Knight got it right as well. Would you like some wine? Well I guess he does know some French after all but damn I could go for some wine. I've never been much of a drinker, my dad would let me have a few sips here and there but I never felt the need to go to parties to get drunk off of my ass with complete strangers. I never really liked the taste of it anyway but right now, with the tension I feel coming off of Knight, yeah, I could go for some wine.

The next few phrases are just as easy, with every glance I take at Knights page I realize he understands everything even though he makes it seem like he doesn't considering he always responds in English. Madame walks over, as if reading my mind and tells Knight that he needs to say some of the phrases to me otherwise he will have to take the exam tomorrow. He groans and a smile forms on my face. I'm taking pleasure in his discomfort.

He picks up the paper, his eyes going wide for a split second and I wonder what the hell is on the paper but when he says the words it's like my stomach plummets to the floor, my mouth and brain along with it because I've lost all ability to speak, talk, breath, let alone function. He repeats himself when he notices I haven't written anything down, and I watch as he swallows a few times. His breath kicking up just a little.

"Je suis a toi." As if the accent he just used wasn't sexy enough, he had to say that phrase. He had to read those words. He clears his throat, putting down the paper and staring down at his page, waiting for me to write down what the phrase means.

My thighs clench together and I swallow over the lump in my throat a few times. I take a stabilizing breath before scribbling down my answer. I am yours.

Hazel eyes are waiting for me when I look back up from my page and I see a softness there that I haven't seen in so long. For a split second it's like I'm fourteen again, standing in front of the boy I was so madly in love with. The boy I stupidly thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with. The boy I thought would never break my heart. But then he blinks and it's gone. His hard stare is back and he tilts his head in a silent way telling me it's my turn to pick up a paper. Asshole. He only said one phrase and now he wants me to read them again.

I slam my eyes shut when I look at the phrase. I swear the universe or Madame is doing this shit on purpose. When I open them I see Knight looking at me in silent question. I roll my eyes, letting out a heavy breath, before speaking. "Tu es tout pour moi, je t'aime," the last words come out in a whisper because I've never told anyone I love them besides my parents. I take a chance and glance up at Knight, who's watching me intently. Our eyes meet and for a few moments we just stare at each other until Madame comes over, breaking our connection and asking how we did. I nod, hastily filling in my last line, You're my everything, I love you.

I smile up at her, handing her my paper as well as the phrases. She stands there flipping through, before giving me a pass to go to the library tomorrow. I sit silently watching as she does the same to Knight's paper. My heart is beating at an uncontrollable rate but I can't help the sick feeling I get when I think about how everything changed. How my perfect night with him ended and how he ruined us. What we could have been.

He was my everything and I did love him and with some cruel twist of fate, destiny or what have you, speaking those words made the past come flooding back. My mind is swirling with images of us together. Of every first I ever gave him. Of every laugh, smile, joke and moment we ever had together. He was my one. I wanted him to be my only but he had other plans. Knight Thomas made it clear that he wasn't a one woman kind of guy back then and as I watch him now, I realize he never changed. I guess I got off easy. I guess it was a blessing in disguise but God, I wish he could have gotten uglier as the years passed. I let out a deep exhale, moving my desk back to it's rightful place before slumping down in my chair. Yeah, I could really go for some wine right now.