Never forget you

Chapter 17: Knight

Her dad died?

I'm holding my breath as Lila and Skye walk down the hall leaving the school as I hide around the corner. I had every intention on walking up to her and giving her a piece of my mind. Letting her know that she got what she deserved even if seeing her so upset broke something in me. I didn't expect that reaction. Hell, I didn't expect her to get hurt.

When we went out there I was so focused on making her feel my pain. Making her feel what she did to me. I wrote all over her car in those washable car markers. I didn't plan on doing any permit damage I just wanted to see her reaction. I wanted her to read what I wrote and know that it bothered her. I wanted to see that shocked heartbreak like what she did to me when I saw her kissing Ian moments after she was with me.

But something snapped on me when it started to rain. When everything I had just done started to wash away. It felt like someone was trying to tell me that it was a mistake. That what I was doing was wrong but I didn't want to listen. The anger. The hurt that rushed over me was too much. I had forgotten for a split second what it was like to hate her. What it was like to loathe her because she seeped back into my skin. For a brief moment I felt what it was like to have Skye. My Skye. Back in my life and I hated that I loved it.

So when everything washed away, secretly telling me that I needed her back in my life instead of dragging out my revenge, I wasn't having it. I don't want that. I don't want to forgive her. I can't. So I moved on instinct. Anger taking over me.

In an instant I saw her and Ian making out right in front of me again. The way he had his fingers laced through her hair. The way she leaned into him. And I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed the first thing I could and chucked it at her car. At the image of them together. At the image of her enjoying breaking me. Destroying me.

When the back windshield shattered, the sound piercing through the rain, I stood there silently staring at what I had did. Shane and Reese chuckled into their fists applauding me for being so cruel while Niko watched me with a nervous look on his face. He knew I was going to regret it. He knew I did it in anger. He's the only one who can see right through me.

I stormed off and the boys followed. When I got inside Shane and Reese split while Niko watched me for my reaction. As if I was a wild animal finally being allowed out of it's cage. I threw my hands in my hair pushing the wet strands back as I let out a heavy sigh. He clapped me on the shoulders not saying a word and helped push me toward class. Just before we approached he started to tell me about some girl he saw at a party bust her ass while trying to dance up on the table. Apparently she decided to go all flash dance on everyone, spilling her beer all over herself and it backfired when she went to dance. She ended up slipping and falling down so hard she broke the table.

His idiotic story broke me into hysterics just before we entered French class and when I saw Skye it was like any sense of regret vanished. She was sitting there looking so damn perfect that I needed to knock her down a peg and letting her know exactly what I did was just the way to do it. But never in a million years would I have expected that her dad passed. Shit.

If I would have known I never would have done damage to the car. Ever since we were little Skye and I bonded over our love for cars passed down by our dads. Mine because he's a mechanic and Skye's because her dad came from a shit ton of money and was not only a collector but owned his own business fixing and selling classics. We used to talk about all of our fantasy cars and how we'd grow old together making sure to get a garage at our home and spend our days fixing cars together. My heart aches at the memory.

"We'll need to have at least a four car garage," I said, smiling at her as we flipped through the only car related magazines the camp had.

"Four? No way, we definitely need more space than that. We should just buy a lot and then build a small ranch home on the side. Use most of the space for the cars and the tiniest bit for us."

I chuckled, "What about kids or animals or something? Won't we need more house for that or a yard or something?"

Skye looked up at me blushing. "You want to have kids with me, nighty Knight?"

I stared at her. Her crystal blue eyes shining in the moonlight as we sat by our special spot by the lake. I reached out, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear before cupping her jaw in my hand. "Of course I do, Skye light. You're everything to me. You're my best friend and so much more. I wouldn't want to grow old with anyone else."

She smirked looking down before her eyes came back up to meet mine. "Plus, you'll get to kiss me anytime you want."

I laughed, thinking about that quote from her favorite movie. "Duh! I'll marry- spend my life with you- so I can kiss you anytime I want." I said the last part with a southern accent getting a laugh out of her.

"Let's start now," she barely whispered before lacing her hands behind my neck and pulling me into her to capture my lips with hers.

I shake my head, ridding it of the memory. My chest aches and I have to rub the spot in an attempt to make it go away.

Ever since she came back into my life the memories have been flashing in my mind more often and they're pulling at my strings. I glance down at my new tattoo, the picture of our spot by the lake shining in the moonlight with stars beaming. Hidden in the design our names our laced into the star pattern making it read Our Knight Skye to people who choose to look carefully. It's done so well that anyone glancing at my tattoo would never notice but I know the second Skye finally notices the tattoo she'll see it.

I throw my head back into the wall, clenching my eyes shut and trying to figure out what the fuck I'm going to do now. I had no idea about her dad. Is that why she came here? She mentioned an aunt when we were younger but she always said she barely saw her. I fist my hair in my hands letting out a groan. The little boy inside of me is screaming at me. Telling me that if I had only kept her in my life. If I had only asked her questions maybe things would be different.

I would have known. I wouldn't have let me anger get the better of me and taken it out on the only piece she has left of her dad. I didn't know.

A frustrated growl escapes me as I throw my fists into the wall behind me. "Ugh!"

As much as I want to hurt her for hurting me I know that this isn't right. I know that I need to apologize because as much as I want to forget her I can't forget the things we shared. The memories we have. I know how much her dad meant to her. I know how much my dad means to me and if something happened to him after losing my mom I don't know what I would do.

I push off of the wall, grabbing my keys from my pocket and head toward the office. I open the door to see a brunette from the dance squad behind the reception desk.

"Hey there, pretty thing." I smile at her and watch as her exterior melts for me.

"What can I do for you, Knight?"

I lean in closer to her, flicking my tongue ring through my teeth and trying to swallow my laugh when I see her shudder. Yeah. I know this thing is a turn on. Putting on my best charmer façade I make a point to slowly look her over before I get as close to her as I can smiling like she's the hottest thing I've ever seen. "I need a favor."

"Anything." Her voice is breathless and I know I've got her. I smirk, biting the corner of my lip before asking her for what I need.

"Can you get me an address?"

She looks around the office before leaning slightly closer to me, her fingers ready and willing above the keyboard to the computer. "Sure. Who's do you need?"

I smile at the brunette before letting her name roll off my tongue.

"Skye Davis."