The other boy was around the same age, tanned skin, a little taller than his friend by an inch or two, a mop of hair that was the definition of not caring, and an equally bored expression. Lydia glared daggers at them, already getting off on the wrong foot with them. 

"Why the fuck do you want to know? It's none of your fucking business." She snapped, causing the friend's eyes to widen as he laughed. 

"Wow, she's full of sass." He cackled. Lydia then whipped her icey gaze to him. 

"Shut up, you dumbass hyena." She hissed.