I'd Dye For You || m.c.

Chapter 16

Zoë's POV

"C'mon slow poke!" I yell at Michael who has begun trailing farther and farther behind me.

"Mikey, I know that's giving you a mighty fine look at my ass but the first one there gets to pick which one they want soooo, prioritize my friend." I shout sassily.

"I would rather stare at that booty of yours all day than get to pick which stupid jet ski I wanted." Michael yells from behind me.

I flush a bright shade of red, but continue running until we get to the dock.

There were two brightly colored jet skis tied up to the dock, along with a large boat and some other nautical things.

I stop once I get to the dock to wait for Michael who arrives a few seconds after me, panting like a dog.

"Not bad for a pole vaulter eh?" I say, shoving him playfully.

"Shut up." He says, still trying to catch his breath.

"Well since I am the queen, and I got here first, I choose the sexy green one." I announce knowing it will piss him off.

"You bitch. You know that's my favorite color!" He exclaims, looking into my mischievous eyes.

"Oh boo hoo. I thought you chose the option to look at this" I pause to do a little spin for him, "instead of getting to pick which one you wanted."

"Yeah well.......I chose the right option." He says, licking his lips suggestively.

"That's it, I'm going back to put on a one piece bathing suit." I announce, and begin walking back to the house.

Michael quickly catches up to me and grabs my arm, stopping me.

"Now, now let's not make any rash decisions." He says, genuinely concerned I was serious.

"Fine, but you have to stop being so damn pervy." I warn, giving him a serious look.

To be honest, I don't actually mind Michael turning into a horny teenage boy whenever he sees me. I'm glad someone appreciates this curve-less body.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry." He says with a pouty lip.

"You are forgiven Mr. clifford. Now, let's get to my whooping of your ass." I say, and take off running towards the green jet ski.

Michael follows, grabbing two life jackets. He throws one to me but I throw it back at him, making him give me a discontented look.

"You're going to wear a life jacket Zoë." He tells me, throwing the life jacket at me again. I throw it back at him for a second time.

"Wanna bet?" I challenge, but before he could recant, I hop on my jet ski and start the engine. When Michael tries to stop me, I rev the engine and take off.

Wow, I forgot how much fun this is! The wind blowing through my hair and the salty ocean waters tickling my skin. The recent rain made the essence of the air even saltier and even more appealing to my nose. Even though I feel on top of the world going at this high speed, I figure I can't be too mean to the poor purple haired boy, so I slow down and wait for the slow poke to catch up.

Michael makes his way over to where I'm idling, jumping kiddy waves and attempting to do tricks to impress me on the way over. I begin to giggle at how cute he was acting, until I was full on snorting.

Michael eventually makes his way over to where I am and begins idling next to me. He puts his jet ski into idle and I notice that he's completely dry.

"That was awesome!" He yells, fist pumping into the air.

"Why aren't you wet?" I ask. Whenever you go jet skiing you're meant to get soaked, it's just how it works.