Are you going to kill me yet? I don't know what to say, except I'm sorry for keeping you waiting. You probably gave up on me, didn't you? Hahaha well I have been feeling bad lately about not writing, so I thought I'd try again…wish me luck! I just reread everything, and I hate it! I don't know if I've outgrown myself, or if I'm just in a different mood today. So let's see where this goes, shall we? If anyone is still reading this, thank you so much! Oh, I just own Jenny, duh…

JENNY'S POV

I have no idea what's been happening lately. I've been in a fog ever since…well, you know. All I remember is seeing Benny react to that slut and feeling something darker than I've ever felt. The next thing I knew, I was in my room with Scotty pounding on the door. I found myself shaking my head saying, "What just happened?" over and over again.

When I let Scotty in, he just hugged me, and I just lost it! I was a soggy mess for over an hour. Isn't my brother awesome? It's like he knows exactly what to do to make me feel better! Oh, I'm finding him a girl, and soon!

It's been three months since the incident, and I've just about had it. No one is happy except for Benny, his…girlfriend (I'm dying!), and her little groupies. Squints hasn't been showing up for the past week or so, and everybody else has lost interest in the games. I can cut the tension with a knife. Seriously.

Wendy…Wendy…well, Wendy is practically gleeful. I don't even know what she's happier about; getting Benny, or rubbing him in my face. Every time she shows up (which is all day, every day), she stares at me smiling a smug little smile, and it seems like she wants me to be there only to watch her make out with him.

And Benny is on cloud nine. Nothing about this is bothering him. His forehead is all better, and he does have a scar (kill me now)! I mean, how unjust is the world? But I can't go talk to him about it because all he'll do is get mad at me. He's too happy to break, and I would never try to break him. What do I do? Fight Wendy? I know she'll fight dirty, and probably bring in her followers to hold me down. I don't get girl fights. I would never fight dirty…I think…

WENDY POV

Ahhh, life is good! Hahahahaha, lalalalala, Jenny gets to watch me love all over that hunk of a boy I'm dating (points for me!), and I get to watch her shrivel up inside. Benny is clueless and hopeless when I kiss him. I have him wrapped around my little finger, and all I have to do is suggest physical contact for him to do whatever I want!

Has it been three months already? Damn, I'm good! This is a win-win situation for me! Either Jenny does nothing, and I watch her seething across the field, or she tries to fight me, and Benny never speaks to her again, and I watch her seething across the field. She's helpless, and I'm the queen. Yes, life is good!

Sometimes I think I catch myself wondering if I should ask Benny how he feels about Jenny, but then I giggle and say to myself, "He doesn't feel anything towards her, of course. He totally digs me!" If I ever let myself feel sorry for Jenny, I would die! There's no way I could ever feel anything other than hatred towards her!

You know what? I think I'm gonna fight her after all. I just have to make it seem like she started it, so Benny will be on my side. That bitch will never touch him again.

JENNY POV

Alright, here's the deal. I am this close to putting a hurt on that skanky little witch, Wendy! She can't keep doing this to me! The next time she tries to provoke me; I'm not so sure I could laugh it off like I always do. I'm just so sick of her rubbing Benny in my face like he's some prize she's won. He's a person, Wendy, not a trophy!

I walked onto the Sandlot feeling edgier than normal. I could feel something change in the air. And it didn't help that I had another nightmare last night about that couple I've been trying to ignore.

In the dream, it was like I was stuck in a see through box, and nothing I did helped me get out of it. Wendy was kissing Benny, like normal, but suddenly, all of the other people on the Sandlot were cheering them on. Even Squints! I started banging on the box and screaming, but no one could hear or see me except Skankzilla. She looked over at me and laughed, and then she took hold of Benny's head, whispered in his ear, and then cracked his neck! No one seemed to care except me, the one stuck in a box! He fell to the ground like a rag doll, and everyone started playing like he wasn't even there. The only thing I could do was cry. I woke up scream-sobbing and sweating, but I made sure the sound guards on my door were firmly in place the night before. I didn't want anyone running to check on me anymore.

All I wanted to do was run to Benny's, grab hold of him, and never let him go. But I couldn't do that because then he'd know something was up. I grabbed my pillow instead. It was a poor replacement, but it had to work.

Anyway, the sky in the Sandlot was kind of stormy today, like it knew how I felt and was sympathizing with me. A little Godly gesture, perhaps. I was the first one to show up besides Benny, and as soon as I saw him, I felt a strong need to talk to him. Although my stomach was on fire, I made myself put one foot in front of the other and walked towards him. Speaking was another issue.

"Hey, Jen! How are you?" he asked.

"I-I'm fine," I managed.

"Just fine? Boy, no one seems to be as happy as I am these days. Maybe I should find all y'all partners, eh?" He chuckled, like what he said was not cruel in the slightest.

I tried to laugh, but I couldn't even make myself smile. I was through pretending.

"Maybe you should ask why we're not happy these days," I said. Spiteful, maybe, but I didn't care anymore.

He looked at me with a very confused look on his face, but just as he was forming the word "why," The Evil One showed up.

"Bennnny boooo! I needs me my snuggles!"

She looked like a ten-cent whore. No joke. Even though there was no sun in sight, she wore these shiny, bright red short shorts that didn't even cover her ass and a "shirt" that didn't cover much else. Her hair was nice and teased, high enough that she had to duck under the awning of the dugout. What other kind of shoes could she wear, but 6-inch fire-engine red platform high heels that made her ankles look like they were trying to escape from her toes?

But Benny just looked over and smiled a big, happy smile, like he was happy she looked like that. I looked down at my regular jeans and t-shirt with Converse feeling completely inadequate. I think she liked it that way because she giggle-squealed her way into Benny's arms. And what was worse was the fact that I noticed his sexy forearms were bigger than they were last month. He'd been working out for this tramp! How could he not see that all she wants is to ruin me? Does she even care about him? I doubt it sincerely.

Wendy went through her usual hug-and-kiss ritual, but this time she bit his ear. He actually laughed! And then he said the one thing that pushed me over the edge.

Sooo, what do you think? And this is for posterity, so be honest ;) -WHATaDAY