Three-day weekend and I finally had time to write another chapter! Woo hoo! I'm getting excited about this, aren't you? [Jenny is all mine, everything else is noooot ;p]


I am so confused. I don't know which way is up, down, long ways, slant ways, or any other ways you can think of. What is going on?

Okay, so you remember what happened with Wendy and Jennifer, right? I thought that was pretty fucked up. Wendy has been nothing but nice since we got together, I made her promise. And I've never seen her be mean or vicious to anyone, especially Jennifer. So why did she get punched? I really couldn't concentrate on what they were saying, since Wendy looked so hot, so, so hot! Everything else was blurry, I'm sorry to say.

Well, after I took Wendy home I was so pissed off that the one girl I thought was normal turned out to be a crazy psycho! I couldn't sleep at all, because every time I closed my eyes I saw her haul off and punch my girlfriend right in the face! It looked pretty badass, but when it's your girl getting hit, you're gonna get mad. Jennifer was on my mind all night, and the more I thought about it, the more I wished she was gone.

When I came back to the Sandlot (Wendy on one arm, of course), I wasn't in the mood to play, which is a crazy concept, but it was actually true. I was glad to see that Jennifer wasn't there, but Scotty's absence made me feel bad. He had nothing to do with this, so why should she keep him home? That's unfair, bitch!

I tried my best to have a good game, but it seemed like my team was not having it. They weren't into it at all, and they were all glaring at me! What did I do, except protect my baby?

I started calling them out for their shit, but I was cut short by a yell, "Hey, guys!"

I turned to the entrance, where Scotty was running over to us.

Everyone cheered.

"Hey Scotty, where have you been?" I asked, suspicious about the answer.

"Oh, you know, Jenny needed some help from the other day, so I chipped in," he replied. Pathetic.

"Why does that tramp need help? I think she can fend for herself," Wendy piped in. Even though I was mad at Jennifer, her being called a tramp made me angry. I looked at Wendy like "really?" and I said, "You know, you can be the better person here." Her whiny complaints from the previous night were getting on my nerves, too.

"Not that I'm embarrassed about kicking your ass, but I was out of line," said a voice.

We all looked to see Jennifer waving behind Scotty. Damn, she looked good. She was wearing electric blue jeans, teal Converse, and a blue plaid button down shirt that was mostly opened to reveal this sexy little sleeveless thing that was black with blue roses on it. It came down to touch the middle of her ribcage, and I could see her flat stomach peeking out before the outer shirt cruelly covered the rest. Her hair was down and parted on the left side, and it looked like she had just come from the beach. Her right wrist was covered in homemade bracelets of all colors, but each one had a hint of blue.

I felt my jaw drop when she ran a hand through her hair and her right hip peered over the top of her jeans. My stomach was on fire, and no thoughts ran through my head except that my favorite color was blue. I couldn't breathe. Why couldn't I breathe? Oh yeah, 'cause when she saw me, she tilted her head and smiled a pearly white smile, big enough to show she was happy to see me and small enough to make me feel she knew something that I didn't. I heard myself half-chuckle, half- stutter as I attempted to say hi.

Wendy punched me in the shoulder, but I barely registered it. Jenny came over to me, wrapped her arms around me and tilted her head into my shoulder. I could feel her breath on my neck as she apologized for making me mad. Did I mention she smelled as good as she looked? The aroma was sort of like every comforting smell from your childhood all rolled into one. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply as I hugged her back. It was one of those hugs where everything feels right, not like one of those shitty side hugs girls normally give. You know the ones I mean. I've never had a hug like that before, or at least I thought I hadn't. But then, I remember running to Jenny and Scotty's that one night and crying on her shoulder. But that was different, wasn't it? I mean she was trying to make me feel better, right? Now, she was just hugging me to hug me. It felt amazing.

Wendy cleared her throat, and I broke away, coming to my senses. Of course this was all a ruse to make me neglect Wendy! That sneaky witch! And now, because of her, what did she call them, "wiles," I had to run home and use the restroom…dammit! So I ran home, embarrassed as I could be.


I smiled as I watched Benny run off. I didn't care if he was mad at me; I just wanted to piss off that Wendy. And I know I did, because she stood up and got in my face immediately.

"You little sneak! You are trying to get Benny to leave me, I know you are!" she shrieked.

"Oh, please, can we turn off the squeak, little mouse? I haven't had much sleep, since I had to get ready for today," I replied.

"I am going to kill you, bitch," she whispered, attempting to be menacing. "I tried to be nice to you, but you just couldn't handle it."

"Are you serious? You have been NOTHING but a sneaky little cretin trying to put me down. And you will never be nice, not in a million years."

I was having a good time, especially with what I went through to get to this. I smiled at the rest of the boys, who were in on my secret, and they smirked back at me. This game was about to get interesting.

"Your pathetic little crush seems to think I'm pretty damn nice, seeing as he thanks me every night!"

I tilted my head to the side. Really, Wendy? "Mhm, sure dear, like that's true. I know for a fact that you have a different guy every night, so how could you POSSIBLY have time to get with your boyfriend?"

"Aww, well at least I get some. I bet you've never even been kissed, have you?"

Well, she had me there, but whatever. "I don't need to be a whore to feel good about myself, sweetie," I said.

"It's a good thing, too, because you're never going to get any anything if you keep acting like such a prude!"

"Are we getting feisty, Wendy? Oooh, I like that."

"Shut the fuck up, bitch, I'm out." And she started walking away, probably to go screw some dude and then give the leftovers to Benny.

"It was lovely speaking with you!" I called after her. Then I looked at the boys. "I think it's time for phase two."

SOO, yeah, I think this is a little small in the plot department, as nothing truly elaborate happens, but believe it or not, I put a lot of thought into it O.o I kinda rushed the end because I'm getting bugged to get ready for school tomorrow -.- Sorry if you don't like the end haha. Feedback? -WHATaDAY