Warnings: Relena-bashing

Summary: A pointless and tastelessly classic Relena-bashing fic. Somewhat of a short A.U. fic based on my thoughts as an outfielder during kickball during one day in Summer Session Gym. Death to Relena! I'm glad to report that this is, basically, a Relena-free site.. And whatever Relena stuff is mentioned, it's Relena BASHING stuff! Yay!

Other: Thanks to my terribly irritating Gym teacher, Miss G (I don't really know if she's not married, but with how irritating this damned onna is, I'd suspect that NO man could put up with her) and the Godsend of being out in the outfield during kickball; I haven't been able to stand it since Grade School. @_@;;