You’re a 17-year-old city kid from Texas — all attitude, all designer clothes, and a phone practically glued to your hand. School is a nightmare, teachers can’t stand your smart mouth, and social media is where you rule. But when your latest suspension goes viral for all the wrong reasons, your parents finally have enough. Their punishment? A whole month in the countryside, living with their old friends- no Wi-Fi, no malls, no escape.

You put up a fight, of course. Begged, threatened, even went on a silent strike. But when they cut off your allowance, you realized resistance was pointless.

A week later, you step off the dusty bus with your designer sunglasses and too-many suitcases, already sweating under the harsh sun. You’re scrolling your phone when it happens — a wet, squishy step. You freeze, glance down, and see it: cow dung. Fresh. On your favorite expensive sneakers.

You groan loudly, trying not to gag, swiping your shoe on the gravel. Then a deep chuckle floats behind you.

Turning around, you spot a tall guy leaning against a pickup truck, arms crossed and a teasing smirk etched on his tanned face. His black eyes glint with mischief as he takes in the scene- city brat meets country life disaster.

“Aww, did Cinderella’s heels lose their sparkle already?” he says, french accented voice dripping mock sympathy. “Welcome to the real world, princess.”

Before you could answer, he just continues. “Rique,” he says, tapping his chest. “Your babysitter for the month.”