My Time At The Sandlot: Alternates 2
This one is now for the Phillips scene. R&R!
I ran the bases. When I got to home, I put my LA Dodgers hat on and tucked my ponytail in it. I looked like a boy. I was wearing a pair of faded jeans my older brother gave me, a dark blue tanktop, and a long, white button down shirt. I heard the sound of baseball cards in the spokes of bikes. I turned around and saw a whole bunch of losers. The leader of the pack stopped his bike and the rest copied. I walked forward, almost near them, just about 5 feet away. The rest of the guys copied and Benny stood beside me. Benny had a bat with him. "Rodriguez." the leader said. "Phillips." said Benny. So that was his name. He looked at me. "Where'd find this loser, the dump?" Phillips asked. I took off my hat and undid my ponytail. "Excuse me?" I said. He walked towards me, took my hand and kissed it. "The names' Phillips. Jonathan Daniel Phillips." Phillips said. I pulled it back. I wiped my hands on my jeans. "Is that name supposed to be important to me?" I asked. Phillips' nose wrinkled in anger. "Did you finally catch a whiff of yourself?" I questioned. The guys were rolling in the dirt with laughter. I started to walk backwards, still facing Phillips. Benny followed. "Bitch, is that any way to speak to your superiors?" Phillips angrily asked. The laughing stopped. Benny raised the bat and started to walk towards Phillips, angry. I put my arm over Benny's chest. "I got this." I said. I looked at Phillips. I walked towards him and punched him in the nose. He fell to the ground. Everyone's eyes got wide. I put my hands on my hips. A bloody Phillips was helped back to his feet by a couple of his teammates. He was clutching his bloody nose. "12 pm. Our field." he said. He got back on his bike and rode off. The rest of his bafoons followed. "You ever pull something on me again I will kick your ass!" I yelled after them. Everyone recieted "Yeah!". "And I'm gonna use a bat." I said.