INSEPARABLE

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We come back to the apartment. Unfortunately, Danny didn't get the flavour she wanted, and she has forgotten about shopping, I mentally celebrate dance . She has been cursing all the way from the mall.

I walk up to the room, my hands still sweating. Am I really afraid of the boy we met earlier? I shouldn't. He should be intimidated by me. Not the other way round. My phone dings and I ignore it. I need a warm bath. My body feels sticky and heavy from all the heat of the scorching sun. I drag myself to the bathroom.

I grasp my favourite foambath, it smells like strawberries. I squeeze a few drops in the tub, under the running water. I let the water run until I am satisfied with the amount. I strip my black sweatpants and an orange oversized t-shirt. I tie my natural hair in a messy puff and climb into the tub. I lean back relaxing my body and closing my eyes.

Jake comes in the house with a small box wrapped in a black wrapper. "What are you holding?" I study the box in his hand. "It's a surprise." He smiles showing off his white pearl teeth. He had a beautiful smile.

I walk up to him trying to peek because I'm getting anxious. I get really anxious over surprises. "Tell me what you have in there." I place my hands on my hips as my pleas are effortless.

"Shay! I said it's a surprise." He heads for the stairs and I follow him still pestering him. "Whose is it?" He continues walking. I can tell he has a charming smile on his face as always. "It's yours Shay. Isn't it your birthday? Now stop it." He walks in our room and place the box on the bed. "Now, close your eyes."

I unhesitatingly close my eyes. I don't want to wait any longer. I hear Jake fumbling with the box muttering a curse and I let out a chuckle.

"Look what I got you. You wanted it so bad. So, I got it for you." I open my eyes, beholding a camera that I've been dying for, for a while now.

"Omg! Jake. Thank You!" I jump around overjoyed.

"Shay! Be careful. You're gonna fall!"

"Shay!"

"Shay! Are you alright? You've been in there for approximately 30 minutes now!"

I was so lost in my thoughts, I don't even know how long I've been in the bathtub. I quickly scrub my body and after I'm done, I pull out my aqueous cream from the sink cabinet and apply on my body. I wrap myself in a white towel and grab my clothes. I walk out of the bathroom, feeling lighter.

"I'm sorry. I was thinking. I missed Jake" I whisper more to myself not sure if she heard me. I drop the dirty clothes in the laundry basket.

"Stop doing this to yourself."

I don't answer. Instead I walk in the closet and pull out my white T-shirt and blue boyfriend Jeans.

I came back to Danny looking at something on her laptop. Something must have caught her attention as a smirk forms on her lips.

"Come look at this."

" 'Bootcamp for two weeks'? " I read out loud I don't understand what it is.

"We need to go to this Camp."

"Camp?! Danny your brother just died and you are planning to go camping?"

"It's been four months Shallo. Snap out of it." She continues looking at the screen of her laptop.

"I'm not going!"

Ashton's POV

"I'm not going!"

I turn down my father's idea of sending me to some ass camp. I am tired and mad at Shane- No, Shallo, and her friend. How could she splash dirty mud on Stew? Now I left him with them. On the other hand my father is pestering me to go to a boot camp.

This is one thing I hate about my father. He always tries to control me. He's changed ever since I turned down his offer of me taking over his gang after him. I know I don't care about anyone but I do not want anybody's blood on my hands. I like my space. How am I even going to survive in the midst of all those heartsickening people at that camp.

"You were almost killed. Thanks to Jake who saved your life by giving his." Jake wasn't supposed to die. He saved my life.

"Jake wasn't supposed to die. You dragged him and I into all this. The blades wouldn't have gotten to me if you had given them what they wanted. Money. Which you robbed them of." Dad is being possessively controlling when this is all his damn fault.

"You know nothing Ashton. Watch your tone when talking to me. I'm your father." Dad and River, who is the leader of The blades, used to be the best of friends until River took my father's drugs and his wife, my sick step mom (was). So, dad took River's money and his favourite mistress. Which made them even. River didn't take it so well. He forcefully took me and kept me hostage to claim his money which costed Jake's life. His plan is to destroy dad's gang, The Mustafa industry and he's almost there. Now he's saying I don't know anything.

"Then stop forcing me to go camping when I do not want to." I throw my hands in the air hoping to change his mind.

"This is for your safety. I've made my point. You are going and that's final."
And just like that Mr Frank aka my father walks out on me. How uncivilised can he be?

My father is one of the richest gang leaders in the country. Why would he send me to a lame boot camp when he can send me somewhere far and safe. Like to Madagascar? I've always wanted to go there. And I will go there. Well, whatever.

Maybe I can as well use this time to get away from Maia. She's like a little dark mole clung to my skin. If I knew Andre had poor taste in girls, I wouldn't have agreed for him to hook me up with any girl. Now here I am stuck with Maia. It was a one time thing. I'm just hoping she isn't joining us for boot camp. I like spitfires not girls like Maia. I snap to attention when dad comes back in the lounge. I glance at the glass of whiskey in his hand.

"You are leaving in three days. Your professor said you will be going to the coastal area." I look at him not sure what to say to him. I contemplate on giving him a striking punch and walk out on him but this is Frank we are talking about. He walks away again, gulping down his drink.

Is he for real? I sit on a bench that is beside me. I pull my phone out and shuffle through my call log. I come across Shallo's number and quickly saved it as Hot stuff. What? She's hot as fuck. And naturally stunning. Unlike Maia who lays the whole layer of foundation on her face and the fake lashes and calls it badbitch mode . Why do girls try so hard. Shay by the way, is different. It's not her that I like. It's how natural she is. There.

I mean she has big eyes. A cute face I can leave trails of kisses on. "Cut it out Ashton." I mentally punch myself for thinking like an idiot.

She also has a fucken hot petite body. I think I like girls like Shay. Not literally Shay, but girls like her.

I quickly text her reminding her of Stew. I hope he's fine.
I wait for about 40 minutes but no reply. So I text her again. Who does she think she is. Miss Universe?