I feel inspired. Trying to see where I'm taking this. Not really sure. Should have outlined first. Oh well ;) I don't own the Sandlot (do I have to keep saying that over and over?), just Jenny. Enjoy :)

JENNY POV

And then he said the one thing that pushed me over the edge.

"Why can't all girls be like you, Wendy?"

I couldn't breathe. What the hell did he mean? It was like I wasn't even there! But that bitch knew I was standing there, jaw dropped to the ground, turning red, feeling angry and sad and hurt all at the same time. She knew, and she made this happen. I don't know how, but she made it happen.

I didn't know whether to hit him or her, and boy, I wanted to hit them both. But I couldn't move! It was like my feet were glued to the ground and my arms were pinned to my sides. Wendy saw all of this with pleasure in her eyes, and she looked at me in mock surprise, like she had just realized I was there.

"Oh, Benny, you don't really mean that Jenny isn't acceptable, do you?"

"Jenny who?"

JENNY WHO? I couldn't believe it!

"Excuse me, asshole, you just talked to me five seconds ago!" I wish I could have said that out loud. But instead, I picked up a bat and started beating the tramp into the ground.

Okay, I didn't do that either. Pretty anticlimactic, right? Geez, I must have stood there watching their love fest for two minutes before I could do anything.

"Um, W-Wendy? Does your mother know you dress like that out of the house?" It was all I could come up with. I. Am. PATHETIC.

"What, Jenny? Didn't your mother teach you how to dress like a girl? Oh, wait, your mother didn't teach you anything. That's why Bill- I mean your father (insert annoying giggle here)- married someone else! Of course!"

No. No, she did not. Not that. This was the moment of truth. I was literally vibrating with rage. It's on, motherfucker.

I could hear faint voices around me, but everything was a blur except for the firefighter bitch before me as I walked over and punched her in the face. Just once. Hard. Yeah, my hand hurt like hell, but I had to go for the face. Body punches just don't have the desired effect. Punch someone in the face; they drop to the ground like anvils. Just like Wendy did, the little pansy.

Benny immediately knelt to see if she was okay. She cried like a hungry infant as he scooped her up and held her. He looked at me like I just shot an injured kitten at point blank range.

"I think you better leave, Jennifer," he said with malice in his voice. You don't call me Jennifer. No way.

"It's her that needs to leave," I replied, pointing to the now shaking Wendy Peffercorn. God, she was really laying it on thick. This couldn't have been happening to me; her making ME look like the bitch you hate in movies! Yet, it was. What could I do about that?

"If you don't leave, I'm gonna call the cops."

"Why? I'm not doing anything wrong. This girl has been harassing me for the past three months. I'm simply letting her know that I'm done with that."

"Wendy, harassing you? Please, she's been NOTHING but nice to you!"

"WHAT? Nice? This chick has made it her goal in life to make my life a living hell! I can't even breathe around you without her swooping in! She's controlling you with her sick 'feminine wiles,' can't you see that?"

"Jenny?" It was Wendy. She made her voice weak. Ugh. What do you want now? "Jenny, why don't you just leave poor Benny alone? He hasn't done anything to deserve this from you. Hit me all you want, but just leave him out of it. Please?" Oh. My. God.

Benny gently took her head in his hands and kissed her. He looked up at me with a look that said, "See? Nice girl. You leave now."

"Benny, Wendy is being completely fake! Why don't you see that she's just making me look bad? I'm not leaving."

"Fine, then we are. Come on, Wendy."

And they stood up and walked out of the Sandlot, not looking back. Wendy was limping, which made no sense because I never touched her legs. Ew! I looked around at everyone still on the Sandlot: Bertram, Timmy, Tommy, Kenny, Yeah-Yeah, Ham, and Scotty. They looked sad for me. I sat down, and they all came over to hug me. Then Kenny spoke:

"I hate that Wendy bitch. She's been throwing Benny off his game, and look what she's done to you! We have to get back at her. Make Benny dump her sorry ass!"

"Yeah, yeah, and get shit back to normal on the Sandlot!" Yeah-yeah chipped in.

A unison "Yeah!" brought a smile to my face.

Scotty stood up and said, "We need to make Benny fall for you. And get Squints to come back."

Everyone jumped up in agreement. "But how do we do that?" I asked.

Ham cracked his knuckles, exhaled, and turned towards me with a devilish smile. "Let's go talk to our enemies…"

I know it's short-ish, but I didn't know where else to go xD Like? -WHATaDAY