Never forget you

Chapter 1: Skye

Check yes, Juliet blares from my bedside table and I reach over on a groan to turn off my alarm. I really should change that song but my dad loved it and it's just another thing I can't part with yet. I open my eyes slowly, taking another glimpse around my new room like I've done every day for the past four months since I moved in with my aunt. My new rooms nice, way bigger than my last one, but it holds nothing. No laughs. No pictures. No memories. Most of my stuff is still in boxes, mostly because I'm lazy but also because I'm not quite ready to be here. To move on.

I groan again, stretching my body until I feel the bed frame on both my hands and feet. God, that feels good. "Skye? Honey? You up?" My aunt Lacey calls from the door just before I hear it creek open and see her head peeking through. "Hey."

"Hey, aunt Lace," with another stretch I smile at her before propping my head up on my hand, "what's up?"

"I have to get to work early this morning. I'm sorry, I wanted to take you to school and walk you into the office and everything. Please don't hate me. Are you going to be alright?"

I smiled at her, swinging my feet over the bed and onto the floor, "It's okay. I can do this. Don't worry about me. I'm good. I'll be fine. Promise!" She smiled at me, nodding. I walked over to the new dresser she'd gotten me and pulled out a pair of ripped jeans before throwing open a few boxes to try to find a bra and T-shirt. When I look up she's still in the doorway, "Aunt Lacey, I promise I'm okay. Are you okay?"

With a weak smile she looked at me, "Yeah," she whispered, "you just look so much like your mom right now." Lacey walked over to me and pulled my mangled brown locks back, "You're gorgeous you know that?" I smile up at her, wrapping my arms around her for a hug. We barely ever talked about my mom; her sister. I think it was too hard for her. My mom practically raised her since their mom died when Lacey was only two, so when my mom died of the same cancer when I was the same age I think it hit her really hard. We never saw each other much because she lived a few hours away and worked all the time but I think it was mostly because I reminded her too much of my mom and it was hard on her. But when my dad died four months ago Aunt Lacey stepped up and took me in.

"I love you," I whispered into her shoulder as I hugged her tighter. "I love you, too, baby girl. Now throw on one of those sexy band tees and some eyeliner and you'll be her twin." She kissed the top of my head and waved goodbye as she left for work. I took a shower and did just that. Ripped  blue jeans, a black AC/DC shirt that I ripped in a few revealing places, red converse, a choker, some black eyeliner, mascara and a scrunchy to hold up my pony tail. I was outta there.

I've been here four months and still barely know my way around the town but I definitely knew how to get to the nearest Starbucks. After getting my iced caramel macchiato I used my gps to find my new high school.

Senior year and I'm stating fresh. New town, new house, new school, new friends. Hopefully. Not that I had many friends at my old school, hell I fucking hated that place, but it was familiar and now starting some place new makes my stomach do a little flip flop whether I wanted it to or not. As much as I liked to show the world that nothing bothered me, a lot of shit did. I'd lost everything and everyone. Been uprooted to a new place, with new people and a new school. How could it not bother me? But any time someone would ask how I was doing I'd give them the same answer, "I'm good," which is exactly what I said to my new principle when she asked me.

"I'm glad to hear that, Miss Davis. If at any time you feel like you need to talk you're more than welcomed to come see me or the guidance counselor. Just let us know if there's anything we can do to help ease you're transition here at Dalton." I smiled at the old lady who sat in front of me. Mid fifties -so, not really that old but God does she look old - voice of someone who smokes a pack a day, graying black hair and brown eyes. "I'm good, but thanks."

"Sure, sweetheart. I have someone coming down to help show you around to your classes for the day so you can get used to everything." Her wrinkled eyes narrowed at my coffee, "Just make sure you finish that before you head to class. We don't allow colored drinks in the classrooms just incase they spill. Can't have them ruining any homework or class work, you know." I scowled but tried to turn it into a smile. I'm not fucking ten lady. I know how not to spill my goddamn drink.

The office door opened and a petite blond walked in. "Ah. Miss Warren, thank you for helping today." The blond smiled and nodded. "Miss Warren here will be the one showing you around school today. I hope you don't have any trouble and again Miss Davis, if you ever need to come talk, we're always here to help." I smiled at the old broad, "Thanks."

I followed the blond girl out into the hallway, "So uh, you got a first name?" She looked over at me and laughed, "Yeah. Sorry. It's Lila." I nodded, "Skye."

"Nice to meet you, Skye."

"Mmm." But was it nice? She didn't even know me yet. "Do you have all of your paperwork that the office gave you?" I handed over everything to her while sipping my drink. "Awesome, you're not far from my locker and you're actually in half of my classes."

"Cool. So at least I'll know somebody." I smiled at her as we made our way to my new locker. "They gave you your books right?" Lila asked as she opened my locker for me. "Yeah. They're all here," I patted my backpack before pushing everything into the locker.

"So you have first period with Dr. Hendricks for AP biology, which is just down the hall, room 101. Do you need me to show you?"

"I think I'll manage," I said while biting on my straw. "Okay, cool. I'll meet you at your locker after class and we can go to French together." I gave Lila a thumbs up before watching her walk away. With a heavy breath and another sip of my drink I spun around to head toward room 101. I was looking at the numbers on the doors, when I rammed into someone and my iced coffee spilled everywhere. "Shit."

"Oh fuuuuck that's cold!" A deep voice bellowed. I tried to hold back my laugh when I saw a soaking wet crotch in front of me. "I'm so sorry. I wasn't looking -" my voice cut off when I glanced up at the guy in front of me. His eyes went wide and my breath caught. Never in a million years did I think I'd ever see Knight Thomas again. My once upon a time best friend was now standing in front of me with my coffee dripping down his pants and I had no idea what to do. The last time we saw each other was four years ago when we took each other's virginity and we haven't spoken a day since.