Never forget you

Chapter 33: Skye

Are you fucking kidding me? I'm frozen. Dumbfounded at everything that Knight just spat at me. My mind is working to catch up. Ian. He said Ian. And Martin. Martin? How in the hell does he know about Martin? It takes me a minute before my body gains control again and starts automatically moving out of the room throwing the door open so hard that it bangs against the wall on my exit.

I see Knight's golden hair and his strong muscular back. His tense shoulders and the way his tattoos and muscles flex on his arms as his hands ball into fists at his sides. Before I know what I'm doing I push his back so hard it sends his body stumbling forward. I'm sure it's only because I caught him off guard. Fucker didn't think I'd follow after him but ha ha to him, he doesn't know me anymore!

Knight spins around giving me a look that could surely send someone to their death but it only makes me angrier. "Who the fuck do you think you are!" I scream in his face. He bends slightly to get directly in my line of sight and smirks. Asshole fucking smirks! I push his chest making him take a step backward but he still doesn't answer my question.

"What the fuck is your actual problem, Knight! What in the hell did I do to you?!"

He laughs. Fucking laughs at me! "Are you fucking serious?"

"No. I just wanted to ask the question for shits and giggles," I deadpan giving him the coldest look I can muster up.

Knight scuffs before trying to walk away but I grab his arm. The arm where he got the tattoo of us. Of our past. The second I realize my hand falls from his arms like it burned me. Knight turns around slowly eyeing the spot my hand just held him before his eyes reach mine.

"Don't touch me. Never. Again." He seethes through his clenched teeth and my lip twitches in anger. What in the fuck is hid goddamn problem. Apparently I voiced that out loud because Knight responds. "My problem is you, Skye. You who thinks that you can just play people. You who thinks that it's okay to just run around and spread your legs for everyone and then have the nerve to be confused or I don't know, fucking upset that someone is calling you out on it."

I growl, literally fucking growl at him before slapping him across the face. The piercing sound echoes in the quiet halls. Knight's head stays turned for a beat before he closes his eyes, takes a breath and turns slowly to face me again.

My jaw locks, ticking in fury before I spit out my words. "Who the fuck are you to talk? Huh? I've watched the way girls hang all over you. The way you handle them like they're a piece of meat you want to chew up and spit out once the flavor fades. I spread my legs? For fucking who?" Knight opens his mouth but I hold up my hand cutting him off. "It doesn't even fucking matter what you're about to say because the truth of the matter is is that you and I are not together. We're nothing apparently. Just a memory. A past that we share together. So even if I did happen to sleep with someone else it's none of your goddamn business. I'm allowed to have a healthy appetite just like the rest of the fucking world. What, you think because you're a man you're entitled to have sex more than me? Because you have a penis that you can fuck more people than me and it's okay? Well, fuck that and fuck you. Wake the fuck up, Knight! It's the twenty first century and a woman can have it all. I can do whatever the fuck I want. I can be whoever the fuck I want and be with whoever the fuck I want and right now that person is not you."

Knight's eye twitches. His jaw tensing and ticking like he's grinding his molars but all I do in response is roll my eyes. The bell rings and people start to swarm the hallway sliding glances our way and wondering what in the hell is going on. I huff out a sigh, shaking my head and decide it's time to just let it go. I walk past him, brushing roughly against his shoulder as I pass but then he's grabbing my arm in a tight grip. It's not painful but it's hard enough to prove that I'm not going anywhere unless I want to put up a fight.

"So you did sleep with him?" Knight says through clenched teeth so close to my face that I have to suppress a shiver. My face flies toward his, my eyebrow quirking up in confusion. "What the fuck are you talking about? Slept with who?"

"Don't fucking lie to me, Skye!"

"Oh, like you lied to me?"

Knight rears back. Hazel eyes that I used to love so much now looking like swamp water as his anger shines through. He looks utterly lost at my question but I don't give him time to respond. I laugh, shaking my head before yanking my arm out of his grip.

A small crowd has started to hang back watching the scene in front of them as if we're some reality television show that they can't get enough of. Fuckers. Go deal with your own lives and stay the hell outta mine. My eyes gaze around, narrowing as I meet the passerby's eyes. My snear gets them to look away, some start to make their way to class but not enough. My eyes land on a pair of blue eyes and a smirk forms on my face. She's watching. Waiting for her chance to scoop him up the second I rid him of my life. Who knows, maybe he'll stop playing games and actually let everyone know what happened between them.

I shake my head again, looking down before bringing my eyes back up to Knight's. He's watching me as if I'm the devil. Hatred filing his eyes but there's something that lies deep beneath. Something I convince myself is a lie. That it's not really there because there's no way he could possibly love me and put me through all of this. No way.

"You wanna sit here and claim that I'm lying to you about what? You're too much of a coward to come right out and say it. You think I slept with someone else while we were...what? We weren't anything, Knight. You made that perfectly clear. So," I shrug before taking a step back from him, "apparently instead of asking me questions you just decided I'm guilty-"

"I saw the damn texts, Skye. There's no point in trying to be all high and mighty right now and act like nothing happened." Knight cuts me off. His voice low and hoarse as if he's trying to swallow down his emotions.

"What texts?" My anger starts to shine through even more as I take a step closer to Knight, my jaw tight as I grind out my words.

Knight opens his mouth but a loud voice echoes the halls before he can say anything. "Get to class! Now! All of you!" We both swivel our heads to see the vice principal walking in the halls ushering kids to their classrooms and seething at all the lollygaggers, us included. I turn back to Knight getting ready to ask my question again when vice principal Hodgkins reaches us. "Where are you supposed to be? Get there. Now. Or detention for both of you."

I let out a deep breath, closing my eyes and trying my hardest not to scream in this guys face but he's right. We shouldn't be having this freaking conversation here, in school, in the middle of the hallway for all to see. So instead, I swallow down my anger and turn on my heel heading toward French class. Knight is hot on my heels and clench my fists at my sides.

Now it's time to test my real strength. I need to swallow everything down for the next period but that doesn't mean I won't get my answers. As soon as school is over Knight will be spilling everything. And I do mean everything. He's going to admit to whatever the fuck he thinks he knows and he's going to admit to everything he did wrong. Starting with admitting to cheating on me that night four years ago. Because as much as he thinks he did no wrong, Knight Thomas is no saint in this and I plan to make sure he knows that.