Never forget you

Chapter 28: Skye

All weekend long I hadn't heard a thing. Not that I expected to after waking up alone without a fucking word after the night we had. Instead I stayed busy. Called some of my dads old work friends and made an appointment with them to fix up his car. Fuck Knight and his empty promises to fix his mess. I don't need him I'll do it my goddamn self.

That anger and realization still fuel me as I get ready for school Monday morning. Deciding to put on my armor I make sure to go heavy on the eyeliner, throw on some red lipstick with my lucky choker and wear something that I know will piss Knight the fuck off.

I climb down the stairs and head toward the kitchen to make some toast before leaving school when aunt Lacey catches me. A low whistle leaves her lips before she says, "Damn," dragging out the word, "what did that little shit do now?" I chuckle as I push down my bread in the toaster.

Spinning around I smile at my favorite aunt. "Just being an asshole so I decided to give him a taste of his own medicine." I shrug as if it's no big deal. Aunt Lacey laughs while shaking her head and sipping on her mug of coffee. "Well, sweetheart, looking the way you do the second he sees you he's guna regret every damn thing he ever did wrong."

If only that were true I think. Knight's not like any other asshole. Sure, maybe he'll take one look at me and his eyes will flash with rage from the way other guys will ogle at me but he won't do shit. How do I know? Because the fucking pansy couldn't even stay let alone bother to text me after we fucking slept together for the first time in four years. Everything he said to me that night was a fucking lie. He's a liar. A fucking liar and it's time for me to stop pretending and actually see it. Accept it. He's not the guy you want him to be.

My toast pops up shaking me out of my thoughts. I grab it, paste peanut butter on it and stick it in my mouth as I wave goodbye to aunt Lacey before throwing my bag over my shoulder and heading to my car. Aunt Lacey took me to dads garage this weekend to get another car until the gto gets fixed. I was raised fixing them up. Driving them around. But the gto had a special place in my heart so getting into the blood red Camaro with black leather interior feels a bit strange.

Tossing my bag into the passenger seat I let my fingers roam over the steering wheel for a minute before pulling down my tight red checkered plaid skirt, the thing is so short anyone could see up it from just sitting. A wicked smirk settles on my face as I position my black heeled boots over the clutch and the brake starting the car and letting the roar of the engine soak into my skin. The slight shake under my thighs has me releasing a deep breath. It's not as powerful as the gto. It's not special. Biting my lip I force myself to swallow down my feelings and put on my mask. Fuck this. I won't let myself get upset. I won't let him make me upset.

Gliding out of the garage move intuitively as I throw the car into each gear, the speedometer raising higher and higher. I swing by the closest Starbucks before heading to school. The need for coffee outweighs the need for revenge at the moment but I know I'll be thoroughly satisfied today. The second I feel eyes on me as I pull into the parking lot I can't help the shit eating grin on my face. "Today's going to be fucking fun," I say to no one as I park my car in an empty spot.

Carefully stepping out of the Camaro I ignore the tingle running down the base of my spine as eyes glare at me from around the parking lot. It doesn't take a genius to know that among those eyes are Knight's and his crew. I smirk as I lean down grabbing my bag and the long black sweater I'd brought. Shutting the door and locking the car up with the key fob I take in a gasping breath when Lila jumps in front of me. Her eyes travel up and down my body and I can't help but chuckle as I see them widen more and more as her gaze moves. "Ho...lee....Sh-," I cut her off. Linking my arm with hers I laugh pulling her along for us to walk into the building together.

"Yeah. Yeah."

"What in the hell. Who are you trying to piss off? Better yet, who are you trying to fuck? Because that outfit is...," she lets her sentence trail off as she fans herself making an O with her lips which only makes me chuckle more. It's a dark, maniacal sound, not one of those girly laughs but something more sinister because I know damn well that what I'm doing is playing a game. A game I plan to win. My prize? The satisfaction of knowing that Knight Thomas will rue the day he ever thought he could mess with me.

She shakes her head as we walk to our lockers and I take a small peek down at my fishnet stockings, black chunk-heel booties and tight red and black plaid skirt. The only thing modest about my outfit today is the crew cut black hoodie I have covering my chest. My dark chocolate tresses are up in a messy bun and I opted for large sparkling silver hooped earrings. Every head turns as we walk down the hall and my lips turn into a devilish grin as I hear the beginnings of whispers behind me.

Dayum. She looks so fucking good!

Holy shit, you can practically see her ass in that skirt.

She looks like a whore, no wonder Knight won't get with her.

The things that I would do to that girl. Holy fucking shit. Mmm.

I'm barely able to lift my hand to the lock when a huge palm collided with my dark blue locker causing a slight shiver to run down my spine. Well, well, well, took him long enough.

I spin around slowly my eyes raking over every single tattoo that runs up arms until my gaze reaches his face. Those deep hazel eyes that look like a dark rich soiled brown are staring at me with so much fury it makes my smile grow ten fold. "What in the fuck do you think you're doing?" His voice bellows in front of me. His hot breath fanning my face as he moves in intimidatingly slow. And I would be intimidated if I was anyone else. But I'm not.

I quirk and eyebrow before saying, "And good morning to you, too, Nighty Knight." He snarls in my face and I almost laugh when he bares his teeth. What is he? A fucking dog? I spin back around opening my locker and waiting for him to give me the go ahead for the move I know will send him over the edge. I don't have to wait long because the instant my locker is opened Knight opens his mouth seeping out the words that I knew would push me to continue on with my plan. Poor fucker, never even had a chance.