A/N Yeah, here's the second chapter since the first is really rather stupid. RxR!

The next day, a nice man and woman came over to greet me and my mother. They introduced themselves to me as Mr. and Mrs. Rodriguez. They apologized for their son's absence, but he had been up and gone before they were. "Oh, he is off playing baseball with his friends, I'm sure." I perked up when Mrs. Rodriguez said this.

"He plays on a baseball team?" I asked, thinking back to the nine boys from yesterday. The exact amount needed for a baseball team. But, that was the wrong house. The Rodriguez family lived next door to us.

"Well, not exactly. It's not an official team. They play in the sandlot not too far from here." They then told me of the previous summer, where Benny had pickled the Beast and met Scotty Smalls who became his best friend. After hearing this, I thought of my baseball mitt, sitting in my room. All lonesome…

"Sounds like an awesome summer." I smiled politely, pushing my chestnut colored hair out off my eyes.

After Mr. and Mrs. Rodriguez left, I grabbed my mitt, shoving it into the back pocket of my jeans, pulling my hair up in a high ponytail. Even when I pull my hair up, it still reaches far down my back. When it's out of a pony, it comes to about the middle of my back. And yes, it is very hard to take care of.

I walked down the side walk, towards town. I had on a spaghetti strap shirt, straight-leg jeans, and PF Fliers. I was watching my feet not paying any attention to where I was walking, when I bumped into someone. I stumbled backwards, almost falling to the ground.

"I am so sorry," I apologized, looking up to see who I had run into.

"You should be." The guy in front of me said. He was wearing a baseball team uniform, and had short cut hair. His shirt read that his name was Phillips. He looked me up and down. He smirked when he ran his eyes over my body again. I crossed my arms. His crew rode up behind him, and whistled at me. A few mumbled things about my legs, and I scoffed.

"Pigs," I shouted, pushing past Phillips. Or, at least, that was my intention. Phillips grabbed my arm and pulled me back in front of him. I slammed my fist down onto his arm, hard. He pulled back.

"Ow!" He looked at me, lust and annoyance in his eyes. "Feisty, I like that…"

"Sorry, but I don't date ass holes." I said, trying to walk around him again.

"Grab her!" Phillips yelled. As some of the boys jumped off their bikes, a boy, about sixteen I would say, ran up from no where super fast. He stood in front of me. He had tanned skin and was pretty muscular. I read 'Rodriguez' off of the back of his shirt. I smiled to myself. 'The Jet' lived up to his name.

"Leave her alone Phillips." He said in an attractive voice.

"She's not yours Rodriguez! You can't tell me that I can't touch her."

"Ew! I would rather choke to death then have you touch me!" I shouted, pushing against Benny's shoulder, trying to get passed. Benny held me back behind him.

"Leave her alone." He said again. Eight boys came up behind him; one that was kind of chubby was carrying a baseball bat. The sandlot gang… I thought to myself.

"I'm not gonna do nothin' you tell me Rodriguez!" Phillips said, reaching around Benny, trying to grab me. Benny punched him in the face. Hard. They started fighting, and one of the boys in the front of the sandlot gang kept the others from interfering. Benny was beating the crap out of Phillips. I smiled at the situation.

"Benny, Benny, there's no reason for you to kill the boy!" I said, pulling Benny back. I caught a glimpse of his face, and from what I could see, he was really good-looking! I helped Phillips up before continuing. "That's what I'm for!" I kicked Phillips really hard, right where it counts. He let out a scream of pain, and I heard the sandlot boys burst out laughing. I kneed Phillips in the gut, and right before I punched him, Benny picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.

"Let me down!" I screamed at him, "Phillips if you ever try to touch me again it'll be a lot worse then this! Next time, this kid won't be there to save you!" I shouted at him, as Benny and the sandlot gang carried me away. They brought me to what I assumed to be the sandlot. Benny set me down near the pitchers mound.

"Nice job back there!" the chubby boy said to me, giving me a high-five. The rest of the boys agreed. I turned to Benny.

"Thanks for back there… even though I could've handled it." I smiled sweetly at him. He smiled back and said,

"It was nothing… So, as you know somehow, I'm Benny—," I cut him off before he could say anything else.

"I met your parents the other day. They told me all about you… which is still kind of creepy, but… yeah." I smiled an embarrassed smile and he just laughed.

"Sounds like them… So, anyway, this is Scotty Smalls, we just call him Smalls, Bertram Grover Weeks, Michael Palledorous, -but we call him Squints—Alan McClennan, we call him Yeah-Yeah, Kenny DeNunez, Timmy and Tommy –or as we call him, Repeat,- Timmons. And, last, Hamilton Porter, but we call him Ham." As Benny said each of there names, they stepped forward and shook my hand.

"Hi… I'm Julia. I, uh, just moved here." I introduced myself, sticking my hand in my back pocket. I suddenly wondered what the time was. "I better go… It was awesome meeting you guys. I've heard a lot. I hope to see you guys around… see ya!" I said, turning and walking away. I heard a few of them mumble about me.

"You play baseball." Benny said matter-o-fact. I remembered the mitt in my back pocket.

"Were you staring at my ass Rodriguez?" I knew he had been – how else would he have noticed the hidden mitt?-but, I thought this way would be more fun. He blushed and stumbled over his words.

"I-I… uh, I.." a few of the guys laughed at him and I just smiled.

"Calm down, I'm just messing with you. Yeah, I do, what's it to you?" I cocked an eyebrow and pulled my mitt out.

"I can't believe it! A girl! Playing baseball!" Ham yelled, the other guys nodding in astonishment. All, except Benny.

"What, you don't think I can play?" I asked, walking back up to them. I stood with my hand on my hip in front of Ham.

"No, I don't. Girls can't play ball."

"Oh, really? Give me that." I took the bat from Ham's hands and walked over to home plate. "Who's pitcher?"

"I am!" DeNunez yelled, walking over to the pitchers mound. Benny and Smalls came up to home plate.

"Take this." I shoved my mitt in Benny's hands, as Ham came over and stood there. I suddenly realized that's what all of the boys were doing. Standing. Staring.

"Well? I'm gonna prove you wrong. Come on pitcher, show me what you got!" I yelled to DeNunez.

"Are you sure?" He asked, holding a ball in his hand. The other boys went over to the dug out to watch. Except Ham who was catcher.

"I'm sure." I laughed.

"Whenever you're ready." DeNunez shouted. I took my stance. DeNunez pitched a fast, hard ball. I ignored Ham's attempt to distract me, and hit the ball hard.

CRACK!

The ball went high up into the air, and moved far over a back fence. It had a gate leading to the sandlot, so I assumed it was one of the boy's houses. I dropped the bat and started to walk out. I saw all the boys' mouths hanging open in astonishment. Ham took off his mask, and dropped it on the ground.

"Hey, wait up!" Benny's voice called after me.

"See you tomorrow Rodriguez!" I called back, trotting to the exit.

"How do you know you will?" He asked.

"You're gonna need to give me back my mitt." I turned around, walking backwards. I smiled and he asked,

"Where do you live?"

"Next to you!" I winked and ran out of the sandlot. Now I had a reason to see Benny 'The Hottie' Rodriguez. I smiled at how lame that was, and ran home.

Yeah, I realized how lame the first chapter was, so I decided to put up the second. Hehe, sorry Hope you liked it. Review please!

S.R.