Page 51 of When love and Hate Collide

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One week later, myself, Ash, Jess, Oz and Dean are all packed and ready to take the evening flight to Mexico. Ashlyn and I have been talking about and planning our trip to Mexico since we were sixteen years old. The trip was supposed to just be the two of us but Ash being Ash has invited everyone to join us.

It’s mid-afternoon, Ashlyn and I are laying out in her back garden catching some sun before our flight later.

“Oh shoot,” Ashlyn mumbles from beside me and I push my shades down and look at her with a frown.

“What?”

“I forgot the sun lotion in my bedroom.” She says looking up at the house. I look beside her and see a bottle sitting there.

“Ash, its right beside you,” I point out and relax into my seat again with a sigh. Ash looks down at the bottle and shakes her head.

“No, that’s the wrong one. I went and picked up the sun block by accident. Would you be a doll and run upstairs to get it for me, please?” I look over at her, she gives me a sugary smile and I sigh getting up from my lounger; not bothering to put my yellow flip flops on I tiptoe through the house barefoot. “It’s a pink bottle!” I hear her shout after me.

I grin at Oz who is in the front room playing his X-box and shouting at the TV animatedly. I run up the steps, careful not to slip because I’m covered in tanning oil. I walk into Ash’s bedroom and search for her lotion.

While I’m rummaging through her drawers looking for the pink bottle, the door opens, and Dean walks in. When I look back at him over my shoulder, he stops short and frowns.

“What are you doing in here?”

Dean ignores me and walks further into the room, pulls open the cupboard door and picks out a fresh white towel. We glare at one another other fleetingly until the bedroom door closes and there’s a distinct sound of a lock being turned.

Dean and I look at one another and run to the door at the same time. I push the handle down and yank on the door but it’s locked.

“Ashlyn!” Dean calls out, thumping his fist on the door.

“Ash!” I shout, bashing my fist against the door just as hard.

“Yes?”

“What are you doing? Open the door right now,” Dean growls, glaring at the door irately.

“Nope,” Ashlyn replies stubbornly. “This door will not open until the two of you work out your issues.”

It’s my turn to scowl at the door. “Ashlyn, you’re being childish, open the door. You can’t just lock us in here!” I exclaim angrily and pull on the handle again.

“I believe we just have.” Oz says with a laugh and I gape at the door.

“Oz?!” Dean and I both shout together.

“This isn’t funny. Open this door right now! You can’t force us to like each other by locking us in a room together, Ash!” I yell. “Oskie, please, open the door.” I try pleading with him, but he only titters.

“Jeyla, I’m sorry babe, we’re only doing this because we love you both, and we’re all sick of listening to the two of you argue. You’re both adults now, it’s time to nip this rivalry in the bud and at least try to be civil.”

“Yes, Oz is right.” Ashlyn chimes in. “I love you both more than life itself and if I mean anything to you both you’ll work out your problems before we get on our flight tonight. We’re not letting you out until you two call a truce.”

“Ash, come on,” I whimper, pulling on the door but I can already hear their retreating footsteps. I turn my gaze to Dean who is glaring menacingly at the door. “This is ridiculous! Break that door down!” I demand and Dean turns his gaze to look at me sideways, his dark brows knitting.

“How am I supposed to break down a solid wood door?” He questions sardonically.

“You’re the Lieutenant, figure it out G.I Joe?!” I snap hotly and he blinks at me. “What good are all these muscles if you can’t even knock down the door?”

Dean shakes his head incredulously, “I’m a fighter pilot! I fly planes and operate heavy artillery. I don’t really spend much time, nor do I specialise in breaking down doors!” He expresses gesturing to the solid oak door in front of us with his hands irritably.

“Of course, I don’t really know why I’m surprised. It’s you all over isn’t it, all show and no action.” I utter acidly and walk over to the bed.

Dean turns and watches me, his eyes hardening. “Oh, look whose talking. What happened to your spiel the other day about not needing to be rescued? Go on then, kick down the door and save the day.” He voices condescendingly while he leans back against the door, with his arms crossed over his chest watching me with his brows raised.

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