First chapter. No action. Of course it is a new girl, and she falls for Benny.
Falala. What else is new? This isn't really an original idea, is it?

Olivia, Olivia
One

Olivia Twadell was the definition of normal. Her hair was wavy and brown, reaching just below her shoulders, and her nose was sprinkled with freckles. Most girls hated freckles, but Olivia just didn't care. She wasn't a tomboy, or a girly-girl, or even really in between. She was Olivia, her own person. She wasn't crazy for every single cute boy she saw, but she had crushes every now and then. She could even be obsessive.

And she had anger outbursts reguarily. If one little thing bothered her she'd flip, like a time bomb just waiting to go off. And, she was one of those people who would whine and complain until she got her own way. And she had ways of making people give her what she wanted. Ways that didn't exactly exclude violence.

Now, don't get me wrong. She's nothing close to tough. She can hardly fight to save her life, actually. ...But she pinches pretty hard. Ha. Pathetic, right?

Of course, when the news that they were moving was passed on to her, she could feel the anger bubbling inside her as she stared from her mother to her father. Her fists were clenched and her neatly trimmed nails were digging hard into her palms. She would later find they'd left little half-moon marks there and, of course, wouldn't be too happy about that whether it was her fault or not.

"Olivia, get out of the car," her mother sighed, opening the door and taking hold of her wrist.

She raised an eyebrow, snatched her wrist away and obediently got out of the vehicle, making sure to slam the door. That earned her a 'look' from both her mother and father. She decided to drop the additude at that moment. After all, she could at least pretend to be happy for their sake.

So her additude changed completely.

She forced a smile to her face, took one box out of the trunk and skipped merrily into their new home. Maybe the skipping was going a little overboard though, because her parents stared at her as if she were insane.

"My, my," her father said, grinning teasingly at her. "You seem pretty excited for someone who absoloutley loathed the idea of moving."

Returning the grin, she shrugged.

"Yeah, well..."

But then, something outside caught her eye. It was a lot. A lot that just happened to have a sort of baseball stadium thing. And there seemed to be people playing there. They were boys, but so what? She needed some friends, and she wasn't exactly that picky about genders. So she turned to her parents, her pointer finger pointing in the direction of the window.

"Can I go see what they're doing over there?"

Her mother nodded.

"Sure, go have fun. But don't get into any trouble!"

So Olivia made her was across the lawn, across the road, and finally, across the field.

They were indeed boys. Some were rather cute, but it wasn't any of that 'love at first sight nonsense'. But of course, she was attracted to the tallest, tannest-

"OW!"

... The ball had nailed her square between her eyes. As a result, all the boys had come rushing over, and she was quickly flooded with questions.

"Are you okay?"

"What's the date?"

"What's the year?"

"What's the president's name?"

"What are you doing here?"

Blinking, she sat up and stared around at the faces of the boys and faked a groan.

"Ugh, I think I have brain damage. But anyway, to answer your question... yes, I am fine. And I'm here because I wanted to watch you play baseball, even though I loathe sports and completely suck at them..."

"Woah, stop rambling. Guys, maybe she really does have brain damage," said one with curly orange hair and freckles that not only spread across his nose, but spread across his entire face.

The other boys glanced at him, but just shook their heads and turned back to Olivia.

"What's your name?" asked another boy with red-ish brown hair.

"Olivia. Olivia Twadell."

"Oh. I'm Scotty Smalls."

Then he started naming off the other boys, pointing to them as he said their names. Some waved. Some... spit.

"Hamilton Porter, or rather, Hams, Timmy and Tommy Timmons, Betram Weeks, Alan McClenann or Yeah-Yeah, Michael 'Squints' Palledorous, Benny Rodriguez and Kenny DeNunez."

That was all very wonderful, but by then she'd realized she was sitting in a pile of dirt, sighed and stood up. Or attempted to. And her attempt failed miserably, because she fell straight into Hams, who she hadn't even knocked over with her small figure. But she hadn't bounced back off his belly either, as she had suspected she would. In fact, he placed his arms protectivley around her, holding her against his chest.

She looked up at him in disgust, and then attempted to get away. Another attempt, another failiure. In fact, he just laughed and dipped her backwards. Then dropped her so that she fell back into the dirt, which she certainly wasn't happy about.

"You creep!" she snapped, grabbing the closest person's arm to help her stand. This time she was successful.

"It's not my fault you're falling for me," he merely replied, winking at her.

She wrinkled her nose in disgust, looking up at the person's arm she had grabbed. It was Michael's. Or rather, Squints'.

"Hey hey, you nearly pulled me over trying to get up," he said, grinning cheesily at her and pushing his spectacles further up his nose.

She could see why. The kid was well... a toothpick. In fact, they all looked a little bit scrawny, except maybe Benny and Hams.

And then the statement was made. The statement she dreaded to hear well, since it was said.

"How about you try to bat?" Smalls suggested.

"And pitch," Hams added.

Olivia raised an eyebrow.

"I really don't..."

But before she could finish her sentence, a bat was shoved into her hands, and she herself was shoved towards the batting cage.

Oh lord.