Never forget you

Chapter 16: Skye

I'm trying my hardest not to let him get to me but for some reason seeing him make out with that blonde bimbo is only making me angry. It's playing on repeat in my mind and I want to freaking punch something. I want to punch him! In the face. In the dick. Somewhere that I know will hurt. I let out a groan slumping in my chair when I get to French class.

Great. Now I not only have to deal with him and his slutty girl kissing on repeat in my head but now I have to see him for the next hour. I roll my eyes when him and Niko walk into the classroom five minutes late with huge grins on their faces. Madame scolds them before telling them to take their seats before she decides to give them detention. When they sit down Knight brushes his fingers against my desk and I notice a ton of red paint all over them. Why the hell does he have red paint on his hands?

The teacher refocuses us on today's lesson-learning how to order and have a proper conversation at a café. She pairs us off and of course she puts me with the one person I don't want to be around right now. We're ordering pretend food when Knight says, "I love what you did to your car."

I glance up at him, looking at the teacher to make sure she's not catching us talking in English. "What?"

"What you did to your car. It's...different." Knight smirks at me and a bitter chill runs up my spine. What the fuck is he talking about? I didn't do anything to dad's car. Is he just messing with me?

I look at him and then turn to look out the windows toward the parking lot but I can't see anything but pouring rain. Shit. The storm has really gotten bad today. When I look back over at Knight he's shaking his head tsking. "Damn. I don't think you thought that one through though. The insides bound to get wet."

My eyes fly up to his before zooming back down to his red painted hands. I'm about to ask him what the fuck did he do when the teacher comes by to speak to us in French about our progress but I don't care. My minds on my dad's car and what this asshole did. I shoot up from my chair and run out of the door much to Madame's protest.

My heart is running a mile a minute as I race down the hall and throw open the double doors that lead to the parking lot. I'm drenched in seconds as I haul ass to where I parked, only a few spots away from Knight's car.

The second I see it I almost collapse to my knees. Tears spring to my eyes and I take in a shaky breath. There's red paint leaking down the car like someone wrote all over it before the rain washed it away and my back windshield is broken in a million pieces leaving glass inside the back of the GTO and letting rain drench the interior. I gasp staring down at the soaking wet seats and have to hug my stomach to stand up right.

I quickly grab my keys opening to trunk and taking out the tarp I keep in there for my emergency kit. I try my hardest to bungie cord it through the back windows and the broken windshield without cutting myself but no such luck. I slice my arm in several places leaving blood dripping down onto the drenched seat and tears escape my eyes.

Not only is the backseat now ruined with rain and broken glass but with blood stains now too. My heart plummets to the floor as I keep trying to hook the bungies. When I finally finish I stand at my trunk, hand on a crow bar and debate taking my anger out on Knights prized car.

He destroyed your dad's car. The one piece you have left of him and he broke it. Ruined it. Obliterated it. My hand tightens on the crowbar and I swing my eyes over to his black car. My hearts pounding, waiting for me to make a decision but then my arm stings and I look down watching as my hand shakes with blood.

Letting out a heavy sigh I drop the crowbar, slam my trunk and run back inside the school dripping wet. I will not stoop that low. I will not get my revenge that way.