Just as a note, I changed Casey's first name in the last chapter after I had already published it. I was thinking and decided that Casey would be her middle name. Hope no one minds that. Anyways, here's chapter 8!!!! Disclamer: I own nothing.

CHAPTER 8 Dead Meat

"I am so dead." Casey groaned as she and Matthew walked out of the library, hand in hand.

"So am I." he agreed. "Mark is going to be so mad!"

"Let's go to the diner." Casey suggested. "We can talk then."

Matthew agreed and the two ran to the diner so that their friends wouldn't follow. Once their, they each ordered a Root Beer and sat down to talk and drink.

"So you really think that your step-brother will kick you off the team?" Casey asked.

"Probably." Matthew nodded, "Unless Keith tells him that I'm still on the team. What about you?"

"Oh, I have no worries." Casey told him, "Give it a few days and Benny will calm down. He'll still be mad, but there's nothing he can do about it."

"He seemed pretty mad." Matthew didn't look convinced.

"He always gets mad when a boy even starts hanging out with me." Casey rolled her eyes. "The only ones he never gets mad at is the guys. The last guy who even acted like he wanted to go out with me was scared off by Benny."

"I can see how you're brother might scare someone." Matthew agreed. "What did he do?"

"He took a baseball bat and just told the guy to leave me alone or else he'd beat his head in." Casey chuckled.

"Who was the guy?" Matthew asked curiously.

Casey laughed as she said,

"Kenny Harris."

Kenny Harris was the caption of the school's baseball and basketball team and friends with Benny.

Matthew laughed as well.

"Oh great." Casey muttered, looking out the window, "Speaking of the devil." She paused and added, "And Benny and the guys."

Outside the diner, the Giants led by Phillips and the sandlot gang, led by Benny, were walking down the street, side by side.
"Looks like they teamed up." Matthew noted.

"More like made a truce." Casey corrected. "Benny would eat dog poop before teaming up with Phillips."

"Want to make a run for it?" Matthew asked.

"I have a better idea." Casey said. "I'll go back to my house and yell at Benny and you go to yours and yell at Phillips. Benny will want to avoid me for a couple of days so I'll be free. What about you?"

"Mark won't care one way or the other." Matthew replied quickly as the two teams got closer to the diner, "He'll just be mad that I'm hanging out with you since you're Rodriguez's, I mean, Benny's sister. He won't want me anywhere near the field, so I'll be good too."

"Meet me here tomorrow around ten." Casey told him, standing up. "Bye Matthew."

"Bye Casey." Matthew said, also standing. "You can call me Matt you know."

"All right Matt." Casey nodded. "Tomorrow at ten."

"Ten." Matt repeated. "Good luck with Rod… I mean Benny."

"You can call him Rodriguez if you want." Casey rolled her eyes as they walked to the door. "I really don't care."

Matthew grinned and opened the door.

"Cassandra Casey Rodriguez!" Benny shouted as soon as she stepped out the door. "You are so dead!"

"Have to catch me first!" Casey snapped back at him.

She took off running toward her house, pausing only to wave at Matt who waved back. Benny's face was red with anger as he took off after her.

"See you guys tomorrow!" he called without looking back.

"Matty." Phillips' face was also red. "Come on. We've got some talking to do. See you guys tomorrow."

Wit that, Phillips and Matthew took off in the opposite direction. The two teams stood their for a few minutes in confusion.

"I guess we're not playing ball today." Smalls spoke first. "What are we going to do now?"

The sandlot gang looked at each other before smiling and saying in unison,

"Pool honeys!"

They laughed and turned to go to the pool when a kid from the other team spoke up,

"Can we come too?"

They paused, turned around and looked at them.

"Why should we let you?" Ham challenged.

"Not like you have a choice." The boy, Terry, shrugged. "It's a public pool. Don't know why I even asked you."

"Come on." Smalls smiled. "Truce for today."

"Truce." Terry agreed.

With that, the two enemy teams headed to the pool minus four people.