Falling For the Unexpected

Chapter Three: Hello

Harriet's POV

I was really bloody frustrated as my white pumps got wet because of the morning grassdews.

Walking around the ranch for almost an hour already, I scruched my nose as I got near one of the spacious pigpens.

"Gross!"

I reacted as the pink pigs laid and rolled on the filthy mud. As I got nearer and nearer, the smell got worse. I touched the wooden pengate for I was about to peek on what do these eeky pigs eat.

In a matter of a single millisecond, I was hit by a sudden hard pressure.

"Aah!"

I screamed. There, I found myself lying on the pigpen. With the pigs.

What.

The.

Chanel.

My outfit was ruined by the filthy mud. The tips of my hair touched the ground, and made me smell like them.

The pigs.

I looked to where that force came from.

There are they. A big brown horse ran past me that made me dump in the freaking pigpen. I swear, I'll kill that person who was riding on that horse.

I looked down to my heels. And there, white turned to ewy brown.

"Hello!"

A voice rang into my ears. As I looked up, my eyes met a pair of aqua blue eyes. His blonde hair was a big mess. And his fashion statement is the weirdest of all; a blue plaid polo and an old yellow shirt. And that horrible pair of old leather boots.

"Hello?! Hello?! Is what'll you gonna say to a person your ugly horse bumped into and fell into a pigpen?! How dare you!"

I screamed at him as I noticed that I was still sitting on the muddy ground.

"Okay! Okay! Calm down, city girl! Im sorry! I didnt mean to bump you."

He said in a very unusual Southern accent. I'll kill this lad any minute now.

"Your sorry cant clean my heels. Or even my top or skirt. Even my hair. These clothes of mine is more expensive than your horse."

I sneered to the reckless guy. A familiar voice came into rhe background.

"What's going on in here?"

Eric worriedly asked as he was holding a rake, probably cleaning around the ranch.

"This reckless monkey bumped his horse to me and sent me flying to this bloody pigpen!"

I pointed towards the blondehead with full of hatred and anger as I stood up.

"She just called Lannah ugly! I was apologizing already and she keeps being bratty to me!"

He complained. Curse you monkey.

"Lucas, son, I told you to watch out for hurting people when you're in speed with Lannah right? Oh and Miss Harriet, I am so sorry of my son's trouble."

He apologized with a pleading expression.

"He's your son?!"

"She's the ranch heiress?!"

We both reacted at the same time.

"Yes yes. Now please go to the house. Lucas help Miss Harriet to clean up herself."

That sounds dirty, Eric. Gross. I simply rolled my eyes and headed back to the house.

"Hey look, Im sorry. I didnt mean it. Please dont be mad."