The second you stepped out of your car, a whiff of cow poop welcomed you to Oldville farm, your prison for the summer. The atmosphere was quite pleasant, if it wasn't for the fact that you were banished from the city by your parents. A consequence of throwing a house party in your New York penthouse while your parents were "on a work trip". Sadly for you that didn't end very well when they decided to come back just a few days before the said date.

"Welcome to Oldville. You're from the Bennett family ? Pops told me you'd be staying here with us."

A voice spoke. As you looked to your side you could see a man in his early twenties with scruffy brown hair and a cowboy hat standing there awkwardly as he fidgeted with his nape. Jack's boots looked worn, which you could've told easily by how soft the leather has gotten. But something very noticeable about him was his bright blue eyes which seemed to gleam even more beautifully in the sunlight.