Chapter 10: Knight

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Beer in my hand, disgusting emo pop music blasting from the speakers, and my eyes shoot to the door the minute she walks in. My eyes go wide and I try to hide my shock by taking a sip of my beer but the minute she turns around to talk to her friend real quick I choke because Holy. Fucking. Shit.

My dick stirred the minute she walked in but now it's fucking painfully standing to attention because her shirt or dress or whatever the hell is sliced up like she was having rough fucking sex and someone wanted to tear it off of her and now that image is running through my mind. God damnit. Why couldn't she have gotten ugly over the years. No. Nope, just my luck she had to get even more gorgeous than she already was. And now all these fucktards get to see what once was mine. Or so I thought.

I'm trying to make my gaze on her discreet but Niko sees all. He claps me on the shoulder, "Damn," he whistles, eyes glued to Skye, "I...I don't even know what to say. You're in trouble man. Shit." He clears his throat, discreetly fixes his junk and then walks over to where the little temptress is. She's in a dark blue Guns N Roses shirt with leather thigh high boots, showcases her long, toned, sex appealing legs and fuck I want them wrapped around me.

I try to shake my head. No. She's doing this shit on purpose, trying to get to me and I won't let her see it. I won't let her do it.

Shane comes hopping over, high as a kite, "Woohoohoo." He practically jumps on my back, I have to hold out my beer to make sure I don't spill it. Shit, I'm going to need something stronger than this. "Have you seen our girl? She's fucking fine! Oh my God, if I knew that was what was underneath I woulda told you to go fuck yourself a long time ago, K." I growl, turning to grab the first hard liquor I could find. Jack Daniels. Nice. I don't even waste time getting a cup, instead tilting the bottle to my mouth.

Just then the music changes to Jimmy Eat World's The Middle and I smile to myself turning around. Skye's eyes are on me and I see the smirk on her face as we stare at each other for a moment. The song bringing back memories.

The first time we heard this song we were sitting on blankets next to the lake at camp and a counselor was blasting this song from their speakers. We were about nine. The sun was setting and we were supposed to be with the rest of the campers at the fire but we snuck off, wanting to be alone as usual. We sat cozied up on the blanket, staring out at the big lake as the sun turned from yellow to orange as it descended into the water. We stared blankly at it, watching it fall slowly and eating junk food, just enjoying each others company. When we heard the song, we turned and watched as two of our counselors started to make out. Skye had gasped and I swallowed down hard. I had seen people kiss on TV and when my parents kissed, which was rare, it was just a simple peck but nothing like what they were doing. We watched in silence as the counselors took each others faces and practically ate each others mouths.

I cleared my throat and turned back to Skye just as the sun had disappeared under the water. We stared into each others eyes before I slowly leaned in. She leaned in too and before I knew it my lips were touching hers. It was simple and fast. My little boy heart kicking up the second I touched her soft lips with mine and I felt a blush cross my face as I pulled away and refocused on the water. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Skye blush hard, putting her head down to try to hide behind her pigtails. She turned back to the water and after a few moments her head fell to my shoulder and we ate marshmallows in quiet as we stared at the water for what felt like hours until we heard the bell ring to go back to the cabins.

That memory is something that I'll never forget and staring at the girl now I can't help but realize we've come such a long way. She used to be the girl who wore ball caps, pony tails and pigtails. Fresh faced and nothing but tom boy clothing. And now...now she's a smoke bomb with a rough exterior and a heart I no longer know.

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