The Prophecy

Prologue

"Don't you think it's a little strange of you to keep staring? I mean I get it, I'm hot but learn how to control yourself hun. Wouldn't want your eyes getting stuck now would you?" Iris sassed

"You know being from El Salvador and all staring could get you killed" she continued on with a smirk

"Oh please, humble yourself, I was just admiring the beautiful young lady across from us while our door is still open" Harley muttered

"Whatever. First you budge your way into my section when I specifically told them I wanted this class all to myself then you torment me, now I have to spend this whole flight with you. Fucking wonderful" Iris huffed looking away from the girl trying to occupy herself with her phone until the plane attendants came with her meal

"Damn right and I'm going to fuck with you the whole time until you show a little respect, how's that sound?" Harley rhetorically asked as if she was giving Iris an option anyways

"It sounds horrible, how about you be a little useful and give me a tour of France through out my whole stay. You're obviously from here and every tourist needs their own little personal tour guide. How's that sound? Your accent gave it away if you didn't know already." The feisty girl teasingly whispered in Harley's ear

"Oh yeah and what's in it for me?" Harley suspiciously questioned

"You get to be around me my whole stay, duh!"

It wasn't like Harley was gonna reject anyways

Showing a hot, feisty and classy girl the in's and outs of France doesn't seem so bad. What could could possibly go wrong?

Love. Thats what could go wrong.

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