"What are you doing here?!" Yells squints.

"Playing baseball" I respond, ignoring them and hitting another ball over the fence.

They are all still standing in shock.

"Go away! You're not allowed to be here!" Says ham.

"Why not?" I ask.

"You're a girl!" He says.

My mouth opens in shock. I frown. I walk over to him and I'm about to hit him with my bat but when I try to swing it, a force is stopping me. I turn around. Benny. He's holding onto the bat. I pull on the bat so that he will let go but he doesn't.

"Let go!" I yell.

"Calm down!" He says.

I let go of the bat. And go back over to ham.

"You know, I don't need a bat to beat the shit out of you"

"Y/n!" Benny yells. He wraps his hands around my body, making me unable to move. I try to get out of his grasp but he's too strong.

"Benny!" I hear a voice yell. Jordan. He bikes over.

"Uh oh" I laugh, winding up the boys.

"What are you doing with my sister?!" Jordan says.

"She was trying to attack ham!" He replies.

"Y/n, can you stay out of trouble for once in your life." Jordan says, annoyed.

"He said I can't play baseball because I'm a girl!"

He thinks for a moment.

"Listen y/n. There's no point in getting mad! You're better than all of them so there's no point in arguing." Jordan says.

"She's not better than Benny!" Says yeah-yeah.

I look over at Benny. He's already looking at me

"If you say so" I say, still looking at him.

I hop onto the back of Philips bike and we go home. When we get home, we both go into the kitchen.

"What the fuck just happened?" Jordan asks.

"Ham was being sexist and wasn't gonna let that slide." I respond.

"Let me know next time. You can't be having fights on your own against a big group of boys."

"Whatever." I say walking off. "By the way, one of your teammates were perving on me in the shop today."

"Wait what! Who?" He asks. I ignore him and go to my room.

I sit on the chair by my window. I decide to read a book. I'm a few pages through when I hear noises from outside. I look up and see Benny. He looks over and waves. I smile. I always wondered why Benny played with those boys. He so much nicer compared to them and he's better at baseball. He could easily get scouted if he played for a proper team.

"Dinner!" My mom yells. I stop thinking about Benny and go to the kitchen.