Chapter 53

Reilley's POV. The weather is hot just like my head right now. I've been teaching this rich brat how to pull the crops properly, but he keeps messing up and destroying most of them. "You know you don't have to do this, right?" I said trying to get him out of the yard. Deavon is just slowing us down. I can't with his naive pulling. He's acting like he's never touched soil with his bare hands before. I gave him a death glare when he "accidentally" stepped on another sweet potato again. "Are you going to keep on stepping on them?" I growled. He looked down at me. His hands are full with two baskets of sweet potatoes, but that's not an enough reason for me. He can't keep on stepping on them. We're loosing 30 cents everytime he does. For Pete's sake! "Well, I'm sorry. I don't mean to crash them. You can't really see much below when you're a six footer, you know?" he reasoned. I frowned at him. Tell me he's not using his height to defend himself right now. Tell me. "Shut up and get your ass