Until I Met The World

Chapter 17

The jetski employee has taken enough time raking his eyes up and down Emilee and if he doesn't get on with his "rules and instructions", I am taking both of us out of here, I don't care. I will gladly pick Em up and walk her off this damn dock, I'll tell her we'll go jetskiing another day.

But I realize how much she enjoys this and I'm still hoping for that perfect vacation so I pull myself together and decide to take Emilee's hand in mine, a sure fire way that the dick will get the hint and back off.

After the obnoxious worker finishes his last request from us, I'm glad it's not Emilee, herself. Maybe I'm acting way too jealous boyfriend so early in the game but I know she can handle it, acknowledging the fact she has for years. Am I her boyfriend? I'm not sure. But this jet ski guy probably means no harm either way I should just calm down.

And I'll work on it later but for now I'm shielding her ass as she hops onto a jetskii of her choice. Picking a cool ass blue one, I wait for him to tell us it's safe to go and we take off. Instantly, Em looks over at me, winks and accelerates off leaving me in the residue of water she splashed up as if she is playing in The Fast And The Furious (jetski edition) and I laugh.

"Oh, it's on Em!" I scream, pressing the gas hard to catch up with her. I'm not going to let the fact this my first time on a jetski slow me down, although it should. I probably should have paid more attention to the guys words rather his actions but there's no going back now and as I am almost to Em, I slow down only a little just incase.

"Watch me do circles," she says excitedly and I can't help but laugh.

After she does a couple of circle motions, I chime in.

"Aw yeah Em, that's sick. Now do a couple of triangles,"

She slows down to a stop because she is uncontrollably laughing and clenches her stomach to help reduce the abdominal pains she must feel.

"Em look, watch me do lines." I state and accelerate a tad moving in a unmoved, straight line.

"Alright, I think it's time you stop trying to show me up." She says holding her hand up in a stop motion and I laugh. Our humor is weird but I enjoy it.

We go out a few miles deep and I vaguely remember the jet ski employee mentioning how far we are permitted to go out and I assume either Emilee didn't hear him or just doesn't care because when she looks over at me, I can tell in her eyes, she isn't stopping and heading back any time soon.

And I'm okay with that as long as she is cheesing, which she is.

I have no doubt in my mind we can make this work. But every once in awhile during these past 15 hours or so I wonder what would happen if she ever were to lose feelings for me.

I can't see mine going away, I really can't. Since the second I saw her from across the lunch room, sitting with my sports obsessed friends who spent way too much time talking about the same sports team over and over and her, on the other side sitting alone. I think what drawled me to her was her attitude towards things. Not attitude as in a term meaning snobby or constantly annoyed but attitude as in how she carried herself.

She might have been sitting over there alone but she didn't look phased by it, she was just eating her lunch quietly and peacefully. She looked so independent as if she doesn't need anyone and at that time, we were both in middle school which in my opinion is still too young to be comfortable with who you are and know where you stand. Afraid and wanting nothing more than to be labeled as the pretty popular girl but that was never Em. She was fine being herself.

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