Never forget you

Chapter 29: Knight

The second she got out of her car my eyes were glued to every move she made. Those long smooth legs were covered in black fishnet stockings. Her feet trapped in black heel boots and that fucking skirt. That damn fucking skirt, red and black plaid that fit her body so tightly it looks like she was sewn into it, barely fucking covered her plump ass. I got an instant chub, the only thing that stopped me from storming over to her and claiming what was mine was the fact that she was wearing a loose fitting black cropped hoodie that covered every other inch of skin. Hell, it doesn't even fucking matter that she's covered on top because every damn head seems to turn as she walks down the hall in front of me and I have to clench my fists at my sides not to punch every damn guy in his fucking face! Why the hell would she fucking wear that?

Anger courses through my veins when I think about Friday night and how it was utterly perfect. How I thought that things were going to change between us and restart. We were going to rewrite what happened between us but fate, destiny, or what have you decided to prove me wrong. I had fallen asleep with Skye in my arms, her warmth wrapped around me making me feel whole. Making me feel things that I had long forgotten. But in the middle of the night I had to get up to take a piss and when I returned her phone was lighting up. Several text messages going off on her screen while it just laid there on her dresser. I couldn't help it, I looked at it.

I fucking shouldn't have but I did and the second I did everything changed. All of the warmth, the comfort, the love that I was feeling vanished. Dissipated into the air like the steam from the shower we had taken earlier in the night. The name on her screen lit up Martin with a car and heat emoji next to his name. Three texts all saying how happy he was to hear from her and how he couldn't wait to see her so they could finally catch up. Yeah, buddy we all know what the fuck catch up means. I had looked over at the bed watching her sleeping body and my anger stewed. It bubbled up inside of me but instead of causing anymore drama I had grabbed my shit and left.

All weekend I was fuming. Niko watched me curiously as I punched the shit out of some punching bags at our gym and then went ten times harder on my workout than usual. He knew something was up but was smart enough not to ask. I thought I had gotten over it, or had at least pushed it far enough down to at least deal with seeing her lying face today but then she showed up wearing...that. Does she want me to kill someone? Who the fuck is this Martin guy anyway? She's fucking two timing him too and I plan on letting him know that I fucked her pussy so goddamn good that she doesn't even need his dick. But is that true because then why else would she be talking to him?

I let out a growl as I approach Skye at her locker. She turned around with some snarky remark making my dick jump behind my jeans but my face remained impassive. I won't let her know she gets to me. At least not too much. But then my mouth has a mind of it's own and I'm sitting her calling her a fucking hoe. Oh my fucking God what is wrong with you, asshole! I shake my head at the voice because honestly I have no idea what the hell is wrong with me. She makes me do stupid fucking shit and I have no control over anything when she's around. It's like my body and my mind are no longer connected to each other and things just happen.

The second the words slip out of my mouth her eyes widen a fraction, her shock apparent in the slight movement but she keeps her face stone cold as a small wicked grin graces her face. Oh fuck, I think, knowing that she's got something up her sleeves. I brace my tongue ring between my teeth chopping down on the mental while I wait for her next move.

Skye doesn't disappoint. She stares me straight in the eyes while she whips her hoodie off.

"Damn it's hot in here," she comments as she fluffs her hair and throws the black sweatshirt into her locker standing in front of me in nothing but a thin, lacey bralette that barely covers anything. My face heats up and I'm sure it looks as red as a stop sign because all I want to do is scream. Scream at every guy gawking at her. Scream at every girl scowling at her. Scream at her for fucking wearing nothing!

My jaw tightens and clicks as I bite down harder grinding my molars as I stare at her. She's so fucking gorgeous but that's something only I was supposed to know. Something that was only mine. But now she's fucking making it so that the whole fucking world knows everything. Knows every inch of her body, every tiny scar, mark and crevice. My heart pounds against my chest as I take a small step toward her causing her to step back. Her smile stays plastered to her face while I hover above her but she does nothing. Doesn't push me away. Doesn't move any further or even open her mouth to tell me to go to hell.

No. Instead she stands there staring at me with a goddamn smile on her face like she knows how much this is bothering her and she's getting pure enjoyment out of it. Silently I reach into her locker and grab her hoodie throwing it into her chest and waiting for her to take it from me. She doesn't. "Put. That. On." I grind out, my eyes never leaving hers and I'm sure as shit they're as black as night.

Skye's lips curl up even more and a sick, disgusting flutter forms in the pit of my stomach because I'm so fucked up that I actually like this little game that we're playing. She leans forward, pushing up on her tip toes to get as close as possible. Her eyes are focused on mine while her lips hover over mine. They're so close I can practically feel them. Can almost taste the red lipstick that she's wearing. I swallow down the lust building inside of me and mentally scold my dick to stay down.

"No. I wear what I want, when I want, for who I want." And that little comment sends me over the edge. She just proved that there's someone else that she's dressing up for and I'm. Pissed. The. Fuck. Off.

I throw her black sweatshirt on the floor between us and take another step forward, close enough so that our chests are touching. "Fine. Then dress like a fucking skank for whoever you want. I've already had my taste, I don't need anymore." Her eyes narrow and I know I've hit the nerve I wanted even if every fucking word of that was a complete lie. I see a blonde walking by in my periphery and decide that this is exactly what I need to push her over the edge. Exactly what I need to get her out of my system.

I grab the chicks arm stopping her mid walk and throw myself at her crashing my lips to hers hastily before pulling away to see Skye's reaction. Her face is hard, stone, but her eyes tell a different story. Her crystal blues are now a deep ocean blue and the hurt and anger in them speak volumes. Keeping my eyes straight on Skye I throw my arm around the blonde's shoulder and say, "Come on, Maddie, let's go have some fun."

Skye's eyes widen slightly before she plasters her poker face back on but it was enough for me to see it. I got to her, just like she got to me. Without saying another word I swing around, the blond still on my arm as I make my way down the hall. "Damn, Knight," Niko says showing up at my other side, "You know I love you man, but I think you just royally fucked up."

My head swings over to him and I notice that he's looking behind us shaking his head. I swallow down my pride and spin my head around to see what he's looking at or rather who he's looking at. My heart drops at what I see. Guys upon guys surrounding Skye. Her eyes look up meeting mine. She stares at me for a minute while the boys in front of her talk her ear off but in the next second she smirks devilishly before walking away toward her class and letting the assholes follow like moths to a flame.

I clench my eyes shut shaking my head and let out a deep breath before releasing the blonde at my side. I don't acknowledge anyone, I just walk away heading toward the empty parking lot. I get in my car, lock myself in and beat the shit out of my steering wheel while I bellow out a scream. Niko was right, I did royally fuck up but in more ways than he thinks. I throw my head back on the head rest closing my eyes and thinking of my next move.