Sweet Dreams

Chapter 17

A/N: SO SO SO SO SORRY IT TOOK A MILLION CAGILLION YEARS TO UPDATE! I was in this musical the took up my entire life and school work and such it so it has been so hard to write. Plus I was also in a bit of a writers block but I think I know how to work it out so I shall update soon!

Muah :*  love you guys!

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It is the exact same tattoo from my dream. Its so clear and vivid. The shape of the hand print, the unique designs within it. Its a perfect match.

Mc.Sexy must've noticed my absence because that's when he asked "Is something the matter, ma cherie?"

I pointed at his wrist. "W-where did you get that?" He looks down at his wrist. "Um. The tattoo parlor?" he chuckles. I shake my head. I should have worded my question better. "What does it mean?" I ask.

He looks down at his wrist again. He looks back up, smile on his face. " Nothing important. I just thought the design was interesting. Well enjoy your meal and just ask if you need anything." he says with a nod. He takes his tray under his arm. All the sudden my fork falls off the table.

"Oh, pardon me. Let me get that for you." he says bending down to pick it up. As he rises back up he whispers in my ear very quickly. It was smooth and casual so that no one would hear or even know he did it. But the words were unmistakable. They ring in my head over and over again like a broken record.

"Somethings are for me to know, and you to find out, ma belle."

Once he's fully standing, he gives us a nod and walks away. Jordan looks up at me. "What was that all about? You wanting ideas for a tattoo or something?" he says stuffing a piece of steak in his mouth.

I shake my head. "No. I saw his tattoo in my dream last night." I say picking at my crepe. I suddenly lost my appetite. He looks back up at me. "You said you saw a street sign."

"I did. But I saw that too." I say before taking a bite of the crepe. God damnit its good. "You never thought to tell me that?" he says taking a swig of coke. "I didn't think it was that important. Besides,  I don't even know if it means anything." I shrug. "Is there anything else that you saw in your dream that I should know about?" he says raising a brow.

I shrug. "Well. I saw that and a plaque with number 16 across it in silver lettering and that's it." He nods. "Okay. Just keep me updated, okay?" he says before taking another bite of his steak. "Okay. " I mumble. And that was the end of that conversation.

But still. Many things whirl around in my mind. What does the hand print tattoo mean? Does Mc.Sexy have something to do with Kayla? What did he mean when he said 'Thats for me to know and for you to find out'? I really should stop calling him Mc.Sexy.

I have so many questions in my head which are left unanswered. But I can leave that for another time. Now, I just want to eat my crepe in peace. But I can't help but notice the constant eye contact me and Mc.Sexy have been having. I would usually be shitting my stomach out my ass I'd be so excited. But now, I'm just creeped out.

It felt like no time has passed once I'm finally finished my crepe wich really sucks because it was delicious. So after we pay and finally leave. Jordan and I decide to go explore the city. While we're here, might as well.

"So who would you rather fuck, badger or a horse?"  he asks simply.

"What the hell kind of question is that?" I laugh. "HEY! I'm asking the questions here. Now awnser it!" I stroke my chin. "Thats tough. Can, you throw Channing Tatum into the question?" I ask pleadingly. "No." he says sharply. Jordan hates Channing Tatum. And pretty much all good looking male celebritys. Probably because most of the female population is in love with them and not him.