"So you're a country girl!"
Oh that was the last straw. Rhys snapped around and slapped the taller boy right across the face. That had to have been the fiftieth time she had heard that just today. Being looked upon with such rage by a girl a foot shorter than him was something just short of degrading. "Yeah, well me being a country girl is what got us out of that shithole! Remember that my granfather's connections are the only thing keeping us out of jail for the next two years!"
Still, Rook's smirk wavered for only a moment. "Yeah, yeah, country girl, I hear you loud and clear," Rook said with a sigh. He gave her head a pat and stepped ahead before he could get slapped for that too. They both knew that he was guilty. They could have lied about their age and gotten away with a slap on the wrist if they had only been tagging the side of the building. Instead, Rook had decided to bring a few... herbs to pass out to the gang, and the rest was history. Rhys refused to touch the stuff--as always--but still, she got caught up in it.
So now they were here, on her grandfather's farm, standing in front of a pile of Tuskow dung. What a shitty situation.