Cammie's P.O.V:

Zach drove quickly through the highway, cursing at passing drivers with his short temper. His eyes were dead set on the rode, his long fingers roaming through his loose chocolate curls. I bite my lip covering my laughs that threaten to come out. I turned my head and peered out the window, the Marina by the ocean coming to view.

Hoping out of the car I walked along side of Zach, aweing at the magnificent yachts. They filled up the entire dock, each one larger than the one before. After a walks way Zach abruptly stopped in front of a medium to slightly large yacht before, turning his head a facing me.

"Well, come on!" he climbed on, helping me board once he was on. Brushing off some dirt on my dress I looked around the modern designed yacht, with the beautiful paintings on the walls.

"Hey Zach, where's the captain?"

"I'm the captain." He replied simply, his voice having a tint of cockiness. He threw me a duffle bag that Annie had given him, "Go put on your bathing suit, the bathroom is inside."

"Okay, see you in a few." I replied opening the sliding glass door and stepping inside. I made my way towards the bathroom, closing the door and stripping out of my dress, slipping on the top of the strapless bikini. Reaching down the get my bottom piece, the boat suddenly jerked harshly, slamming me towards the bathroom curtain.

"Gah!" I yelped. I fell harshly into the tub with the curtain and the curtain pipe landing on me.

"Arsehole!" I screamed with all my might; knowing the bathroom was near the place Zach was controlling the boat.

"Ooops! My bad!" he hollered back. I could practically hear the smirk and cockiness in his voice. Blowing the hair out of my face, I start to wiggle myself out of the jumbled mess, my naked lower half having trouble to detangle itself out of the curtain. Finally getting myself situated, I pulled on the lower half of the bikini and attempted to fix the curtains by jamming the pipe back into the wall.

"Good enough." I whispered inspecting the pipe before shrugging and walking out of the bathroom.

Making my way back outside I walked towards Zach who was standing behind the wheel, guiding the two of us through the ocean. The wind was starting to pick up, and my hair danced in the wind as I looked at the ocean through by sunglasses. Zach shortly pulled up to a small bay, parking beside other yachts.

I leaned against the railings, putting my Clubmasters Ray Ban sunglasses on the top of my head. I stood admiring the pretty blue-green waters; no doubt it looked welcoming.

"This is it." He said turning around and facing me for the first time with my bikini. His eyes where shielded behind his Ran Bans, but you could tell that they were racking up and down my body. I blushed under his gaze, twisting and rubbing my hands awkwardly (A/N: anybody else do this?)

He brushed past me, making his way towards the edge. He pulled off his tank, his tan skin glistening. Totally not what I expected Zachary Goode looked like. He was fit. His abs nicely toned, but not over toned. His prominent 'V' line stood out as his Blue Mint classic red bathing suit fell down lazily on his hips, looking like a typical hot Hollister model. I noticed he had a tattoo of an outline of a star on his bicep, which for some reason made it hotter, even though I hated tattoos on a guy.

He set his sunglasses down and leaped into the water, shortly emerging back up, giving me a cheeky grin.

"You coming in or what?" I quickly shook my head 'no', bringing my hand to my face and shrinking back cowardly. "Why not?"

"Is it like… cold?" I asked, biting down on my lower lip.

His green eyes shown mischievously at me, "I don't know Gallagher Girl, you tell me." Then at full force Zach lunged at me, wrapping his arms around me and tackling me off the yacht and into the water.

I squealed, "Zach I'm going to kill you!" I put my hand on top of his head and pushed him down into the water. It was rather shallow, and I could touch the bottom if I stood on my tippy-toes, but Zach was tall and soon he pushed himself back up, towering over me.

"You Cammie are going to regret that."

Suddenly my eyes widened. I let out a yelp and start swimming away as fast as I could, but it was no use. He wrapped his muscular arms around my petite waist, reeling me in, then spinning me and throwing me back into the water.

I spluttered out some water and laughed at him.

"You can't outswim me! I'm a champ!" Zach boasted.

"Is that a challenge I hear?" I smirked, my competitive side coming out. He nodded. I smiled and lunged forward and started swimming towards shore.

"Last one there is a rotten egg!" I hollered over my shoulder.

I got there first and collapsed on the beach, breathing heavily. The burning sun evaporating the droplets of water that are covered all over me. Soon Zach crawled up beside me also panting.

"You. Cheated." He panted.

"Jealous much?" I teased, but before he could reply he started swimming back to the boat.

"First one back wins!" he yelled. I dove behind him, the salty water flaring up my nose, but choosing to ignore it I swam as fast as I could, but he easily won the race.

"You cheated." I stated.

"Jealous much?" he smirked. I rolled my eyes. We started making our way back up the yacht, both of us breaking down on the floor.

Zach rolled onto his stomach and shook out the water that was in his curls, spraying me.

"What are you? A dog?" I laughed drying myself off.

"Grant says I'm his cute little puppy." He pouted.

"Oh my gosh!" I chuckled, ruffling his hair then making my way to one of the chairs and pulling out a book to read.

Zach laid on the chair next to me, and as much of an arse he was I couldn't help but not get distracted by his toned stomach.

Cammie don't get distracted! You know he's a jerk!

Sighing internally I opened by book and decided to relax, continuing from the page I had left off from.

The slowly went on and soon it became darker, almost sunset when a presence lingered over me and shut out any trace of light, and that thing was Zach.

"Hey! I could still see you know!" I bickered.

"Barely" he muttered, "The sun went down ages ago, but you seemed pretty into your book. I didn't want to bother you." I grinned, setting by book.

"Want to swim again?" he asked. I looked at him strangely.

"Uh Zach, look how dark it is! Don't you think there would be sharks?" I asked nervously.

"Pssh! Come on, it will be relaxing." He replied, grabbing my hand gingerly. His fingers laced into mine as we walked up to the edge.

Looking at me, Zach smirked before jumping in, I in pursuit.

Floating back up to the surface I start to laugh, rolling over on my back and letting the waves control me. I took a deep breath of the salty air before I closed my eyes; but the peaceful aura soon faded. Something strong clamped my foot, me screaming bloody murder.

I started thrashing in the water, kicking and screaming, trying to pry off whatever was attacking my foot. But soon (but not soon enough), Zach's face popped out of the water (I thought he was a freaking shark!), his body shaking in hysteria. I grabbed his arm and wrapped it around my waist; I could feel his deep chuckle, his chest pressed up against my back.

"That was not funny Zach! I thought I was going to loose my foot!" I scolded, pushing him away from me. Although I was trying with all my heart to hold back my laugh.

"Your… your… your face though!" he gasped. "And- and when you jumped into my arms and wrapped them around yourself! You- you were so scared!" he managed to sputter. I glared at him for a few moments, before I broke into a huge grin and started laughing.

"You know, I'm still mad at you for that." I giggled pushing him playfully as we made our way back up to the yacht.

"Yea well I'm still mad that you're my "girlfriend" " he replied softly. I wasn't sure what to reply so I casually dried myself off.

"Well," he sighed, "I think I'm going to go take a shower. See you in a few." He stalked away.

Taking a deep breath, I followed but went to the kitchen, fixing myself a snack.

Did Zach really hate me that much? I'm so confused, maybe I'm just PMSing or something but I honestly didn't know I was that bad of a person. I understand that Zach doesn't like the idea of this, and trust me, I'm not a huge fine either; but did that mean that he had to change his mood about me every second?

I sigh, pulling out some snacks from the cupboard.

"BLOODY HELL! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?" I heard Zach scream. I freeze and set the junk food down. What just happened? But soon I regained my common-sense and I laugh knowing exactly what happened.

Zach must off have pulled on the curtain and the pipe along with curtain must of fell on him. He's probably tangled all over it! I snicker also realizing something; Zach is probably tangled in the curtains that my lower naked half was covering…

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