"I sure hope you're nothing like them..!" Spencer exclaimed, stretching out a little. "All their fancy clothes and cars, their pedigrees, their overstyled hair... Ugh," she concluded, shaking her head to rid it of school thoughts. "Look, skip the rich boy talk and we'll be fine." Pulling her right leg up under her, she sat sideways on the seat, head in hand, surveying him.
She gave a laugh at his temporary abode. "I take it you're not from town, then. Oh, how kind of you," she then said in response to his answer to her question. "I'll make sure to let him know that when he calls to ask me where the fuck I'm going. I mean, it's only fair that he knows where to look when he has to search for me when I've been missing for two days." She grinned, her words light and carefree despite what they seemed to imply.