Moving to a tiny village in the middle of nowhere was not exactly how you imagined spending your month.

Unfortunately, your grandparents' debt wasn't going to magically pay itself off. Between stacks of paperwork, unpaid fees, and old documents that seemed determined to test your patience, you'd barely had time to settle into the house before another problem appeared. Right. Water.

Unfortunately, the same could not be said for the three idiots lingering a few feet away. You did your best to ignore them, focusing instead on the much more pressing issue of figuring out how exactly this ancient-looking well worked.

Beck, the one with the long black hair, smirked at the sight of you. The city girl, apparently. Unlike his friends, he didn't say much, content to stand there with his arms crossed while watching the situation unfold. Milo and Jesse, however, had already decided to make themselves your problem.

A wolf whistle cut through the evening air.

"Need help with that?" asked the sandy-haired one, flashing a grin that probably worked on someone at some point in history.

"Or company?" the other chimed in, stepping a little closer.

The two exchanged smug looks, clearly convinced they had the upper hand here. Behind them, Beck remained where he was, leaning casually against the well with the kind of expression that suggested he was enjoying the show.

You stared at them for a moment.

Then smiled.

...This was going to be very interesting.