This chapter was fun to write! I enjoy Aurelia's personality.

Peter's POV

Ok. I've decided what I'm going to do. At first, I hadn't realized the true meaning my dad saying "take over the farm". I thought I was just supposed to keep it clean, watch the animals, and maybe grow some crops here and there. Easy, right?

Well, not really. Turns out, there were no animals. My grandfather must have sold them when he realized he was getting too old to run the farm. The soil was dry and light, and looked as though it hadn't been used in years.

You may think that I could just forget about the barn and the crop field, and just focus on getting the house fixed up. But, the fact is, you need money to fix a house. And I didn't have any. Sure, I had some money stored away from previous jobs, but I was saving that for the rest of my life. The life I was supposed to be living now.

And so, the solution couldn't be plainer. I needed animals, I needed crops, and I needed money to bring this farm back to what it used to be. I guess you might say that I could have just ignored it, and lived in the smelly dump hole, but I knew there was no way I'd get used to it.

Face it. My family was rich. They still are. All through my childhood I've lived in a clean house, getting everything I wanted. My grandfather was the only one who refused the busy city to live out his passion for farming. I know, what an idiot. I don't mean to insult my grandpa, but it's as plain as anyone can see.

From a long night of consideration, I've decided I need to start with the animals, since it's too late in the season to start growing crops for a harvest. Remembering my way around the village from my young visits to grandpa's, I made my way to Starling Ranch. I wasn't sure who I'd find working there. After all, I hadn't been here in about 7 years. When I turned 17, I used the excuse that I was too busy with school work, or getting ready for college. In a last resort to see his one and only grandson, my grandfather came to the city to visit. And it was like that for 7 years.

I guess you can say that I was pretty surprised to see who worked there, but then, I realized it made perfect sense. I knew the guy as soon as I walked in. I had played with him as a child here.

"Yo! Bobby! Man, long time no see!"

Bob looked at me, and narrowed his eyes as he tried to figure out who I was.

"C'mon, man, you can't forget Pee-Man!" I said, knowing he would recognize the stupid nickname he used to call me.

"Peter? No–no. It can't be! What the hell are you doing here, bro?" I knew I had surprised him.

"Ya, it's me Bobby. I'm livin' at my old grandpa's farm now. I promised my dad I'd take care of it while he finds someone else to take over it."

"You know, most people call me Bob now," he said laughing. "But I guess Bobby's cool too. If you still like Pee-Man!"

"Haha, ok, ok, I'll call ya Bob. It probably ain't that great to have Pee-Man as a nickname. Especially when I'm 24," I replied laughing.

"So, what can I do for ya, Pete?"

"Well, I'm kind of in a predicament," I said. "You see, my grandfather left me with nothing. No animals, to crops, and a worn down house. I was lookin' for a job to make some money to fix up the farm. And I remember when I was a kid, I'd come here, and your father would pay me to brush the horses and stuff."

"Oh. Ya, sure man. But, uh, I've already got someone back there now tending to the horses. You could feed the cows and milk 'em if you want, though. Same job, really."

Cows. A little harder that horses, but I was desperate. "Sure Bob, thanks. You're a life saver."

"No problem! And wait, there's more. If you work for me two days a week for the rest of spring, I'll give you a cow to take to your ranch so you can sell its milk for money. Sound good?"

A cow was just what I needed to restart the ranch. "Ya, man, Thanks!"

Bob showed me the way out to the back and into the field. "I got a girl workin' for me two days a week. Monday and Thursday. Those are the only shifts I got. If ya want, I can schedule you in those days for the cows. I'd pay you real good too. 500 grams a week."

That was a start. I'd have to see later if I could work my magic on him and get myself a raise. But for now, I took the deal.

I walked out to where the girl was brushing a horse in the middle of the field. She was wearing worn out jeans and a tight shirt that showed her hips and breasts. Ya, this was my kind of girl. She had a big straw hat on, so I couldn't see if her hair was blond, brown or black. That is until I got closer.

"Hey there! Nice to meet you, I'm Peter!" I said waving a hand in the air. I was about twenty feet away from her, but I could see clearly. As soon as she turned around, and took off her hat, my eyes went big. She had PINK hair.

It was that freak girl. Angela. No, Aubrey. No Abigail. Ugh. I don't know.

She recognized me and glared. I came closer. "Hey jackass," was her reply.

Aurelia's POV

I knew I'd gotten the better of him as soon as I called him that. His face turned red, and his eyes turned to daggers. I was disappointed that he didn't use a comeback. Arguments were fun.

"Whatsa matter?" I asked in a fake tone. "Cat got your tongue?"

That made him even madder. "Shut up bitch," he replied.

"Hey, hey there's no need to be rude," I said keeping up the fake tone in my voice. "I'm just trying to be friends."

He turned away from me, putting his hands on the top of his head. His muscles bulged impressively as he did that.

"Ugh. Of all people!" he yelled. "Of all the freakin' people in this damn forsaken town, I have to work with you!"

"That's right buster," I replied with a smug smile on my face. I went back to brushing my horse.

He sighed and muttered, "Whatever," as he walked over to the cows. He was right. Of all people, why did I have to work with him? It was frustrating, just frustrating.

We worked in silence for a while, as the sun rose higher in the sky. Peter was milking a cow right next to the horse I was brushing. I had my back to him. All of a sudden, I felt a wet stream on my back, and turned around. The stream moved to my face.

"Ack! What the hell?" I demanded looking at Peter. I knew he had sprayed me with milk.

"Sorry Angela. Hand slipped." He turned back towards the cow, but I could see the smile rise from his lips.

"My name is Aurelia," I said turning back to my horse. I'd only been brushing for a few minutes when I felt more milk on my back.

"Stop freakin' squirting me with the milk!" I yelled.

Peter held his hands up innocently. "Ok, Ok, calm down, Aubrey. Sheesh."

"My name is AURELIA!"

He stuck his tongue out at me.

That was it. I couldn't take it anymore. Yes, I know, my temper is short, but I can't help it. I was born that way. And Peter was born a jackass. I wondered how well he would take a punch in the face.

I walked over to him and kicked the bucket he was sitting on, making him fall to the ground. When he got back up, he brushed himself off, and gave me an 'it's on' look.

"What? You really think you can hurt me? You're a skinny little girl. This ain't your fight," he taunted.

Little did he know, I had studied karate for two years.

I threw a fake punch, hoping he would fall for it. He ducked under my punch with an arrogant look on face. What a show off. I didn't really care though, because he fell right into my trap. Off balance from ducking, I grabbed the collar of his t-shirt with one hand and swept my leg out, tripping him. He fell to the ground right on his butt.

I laughed, making him madder. He rose slowly, and circled me once.

"Well, if that's how you want it, Abigail. I was just going easy on you." He lashed out two double punches to my face.

I used my knowledge of blocking and simply stepped to the side. He came at me again, this time harder and faster. I blocked his punch to my face, and grabbed his arm with the same hand. I then twisted it outward, making him cry out in pain and succumb to my pressure. He fell to his knees.

When he got up again, he didn't even think about punching. He narrowed his eyes and charged for me. Luckily, I knew how to deal with that too.

I fell to the ground, keeping my leg out to trip him. When he went down, I rolled on top of him and straddled him with my legs. I threw a punch to his face for each letter of my name as I spelled it out.

"My name is AURELIA! A-U-R-E-L-I-A! Remember that!" I climbed off of him and kicked his side. "And you don't know what girls are capable of. Be thankful I didn't kick you in the balls. You would die from the pain."

He stared at me as I walked away. I dropped my horse brush off at Bob's counter, and set off for Mallard Lake. It was almost lunch time and I was hungry.

The good thing about that whole ordeal was that I didn't have to worry about getting in trouble or losing my job. An arrogant guy like Peter would never, ever tell Bob he was beaten up by a girl. Especially me.

A small smile crept over my face as I thought about how my next shift on Thursday would go.

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