summary: They say she can't do it. She begs to differ.

a/n: This one's AU. Please review. (I totally planned that rhyme. :D)

disclaimer: I have to ask my mom before I go to the mall. I don't think the owners of GG have to ask their mothers to do anything.

2 Girls Rule, Boys Drool
Macey spun on him. "Actually, striking is what we do best."

It was just another day at Gallagher Junior High. The students were bustling through the corridors chatting the day away.

For Macey McHenry, also known as The Senator's Assertive Daughter, the autumn sun was too bright on the grass field—she was not going to get sunburn or get her shoes stained. Unlike the rest of her Physical Education class, she did not wear the shorts and shirt uniform. She wouldn't be caught dead wearing that—not even if her grade depended on it. Besides, she could play any sport she wanted to in any attire she wanted to.

"Today, we're playing baseball," the teacher announced, driving a cart of bats, balls, and mitts. "Divide into two teams."

The group of kids started to buzz, but no one made a move to separate.

"Girls versus guys!" someone shouted, which caused another burst of babble and the class to actually split.

Macey stood on the edge of her team as the teacher explained the rules and how to play and safety and form or something—she didn't bother listening. She just wanted to get this over with and go to lunch.

"Alright, girls are up to bat first," the coach instructed.

Grabbing mitts, the guys started to laugh. Typically, they thought the girls couldn't play baseball to save their lives.

The girls tentatively got bats and started to discuss strategies.

"You go first!"

"No! You go first!"

"Mick should go!"

"Noo, you go!"

"You have the most experience!"

"But she's our secret weapon!"

"It's no secret she was on the team last year!"

"Anna, you go!"

"What!? No way!"

Everyone was talking at once and quite frankly, it was giving Macey a migraine.

"I'll go, just shut up!" she shouted to the surprise of all the girls. She snatched a bat from an open-mouthed Mick and strutted onto the field wearing expensive boots, a mini skirt that went against the school's dress code, and a designer blouse.

The guys started to laugh all over again.

"You're going to play Macey?" a boy, Dillon, said in disbelief.

"So what?" she called from home base, the bat over her shoulder.

"So I bet you couldn't even hit the ball!" he hollered from the pitcher's mound.

Her eyes narrowed. "Watch me."

She swung the bat once and settled in a position, ready to play.

Dillon smirked and wound up the ball. It flew out of his hand and into the air.

Macey swung just a second too late, the ball colliding with the catch's mitt. She paid no attention to the boys' snickers or the girl's groaning—she was already in the ready position again.

The ball came flying at her and she tightened her grip on the bat. She swung, feeling the pressure of the ball hitting the bat.

Before anyone knew what happened, the ball was soaring in the sky and Macey was gingerly placing the bat on the ground as she sauntered around the bases. She reveled in the both teams' surprise; the boys gaped and the girls whooped.

As she tapped her foot on home base, her team greeted her with high fives and compliments. She smirked and turned back to Dillon.

"What was that you said about me not being capable of hitting a ball?"