Y/n pov:

I woke up to the sound of my alarm ringing in my ears. Instantly, I shot up and turned off my alarm, getting up and hopping in the shower. As soon as I got out I dried my hair, brushed it, and brushed my teeth. I then quickly changed into black high waisted shorts, a dark grey Harley Davidson shirt that I tucked in, my black converse and my Yankees hat faced backwards.

I ran downstairs to get greeted by my dad cooking bacon and eggs, almost finished. "Good morning dad!" I greeted, taking a seat at our kitchen island. "Morning champ, I gotta get to work in a few minutes but promise me that if any of those boys doubt you, show them how awesome you are."

"I will dad." He then set my bacon and eggs on the counter and kissed my forehead. "Bye dad, love you, have a good day at work!" "Ok bye champ! Make sure to show off!" I watched him leave as I ate.

I finished eating by 7:50 and put my plate in the sink, running upstairs to get my glove and bat. Just as I got downstairs the doorbell rang and I opened it to find Benny and Scotty. I smiled and rested my bat on my shoulder.

"I got a bat at the field y/n." Benny informed. "I know but this is my lucky bat, by granddad used it during practice and he saved it in a box, pretty cool actually it said 'save this bat for a girl who comes after me, show them girls hit it out of the park, not sit in the stands.'" I said.

They nodded and we began our journey to some place called Vincent's drugstore. "Hey n/n, I like your shirt." Benny said, snapping me out of my trance of focusing on how to show off. "Huh? Oh thanks."

T͜͡i͜͡m͜͡e͜͡ s͜͡k͜͡i͜͡p͜͡ b͜͡r͜͡o͜͡u͜͡g͜͡h͜͡t͜͡ t͜͡o͜͡ y͜͡o͜͡u͜͡ b͜͡y͜͡:͜͡ s͜͡q͜͡u͜͡i͜͡n͜͡t͜͡s͜͡ s͜͡q͜͡u͜͡i͜͡n͜͡t͜͡i͜͡n͜͡g͜͡

We had arrived where the other 7 boys were and one of them kept trying to say something with what looked like a hotdog in his mouth.

"I'm the Great Bambino!" He said causing a chorus of 'ooooooh's' "who's that?" Asked Scotty, causing me to mentally face palm.

"What? We're you born in a barn man?" "Yeah, yeah what planet are you from?" I let out a small giggle causing Benny to look at me an smile.

"You never heard of The Sultan of Swat?" "The Titan of Terror?" "The Colossal of Clout?" "The Colossal of Clout!" "The King of Crash, man." Benny stated, still not getting through to Scotty. "My granddad!" I yelled.

"Oh yeah, the Great Bambino, I thought you said the great Bambi." Scotty admitted. "That wimpy deer?" The same guy I hit with a ball yesterday asked. "Yeah I guess so sorry." Scotty apologized.

"Anyways guys this is Timmy and Tommy Timmons, Mike 'Squints' Palledorus, Alan McLennan, but we call him yeah yeah, Bertram Grover Weeks, Kenny DeNunez, and Hamilton Porter, but we call him Ham." Benny explained, with everyone when their name was said they'd spit.

"Guys this is Scotty Smalls and Y/n Ruth." Everyone's eyes widen a bit. "Wait as in Babe Ruth?" Ham asked. I nodded and smirked, then he went back to scowling. "That doesn't mean anything, girls can't play baseball. That's why they have softball." I bursted out laughing and fell to my knees. "Do you wanna get hit with a softball?!?" I asked between laughs.

T͜͡i͜͡m͜͡e͜͡ s͜͡k͜͡i͜͡p͜͡ b͜͡r͜͡o͜͡u͜͡g͜͡h͜͡t͜͡ t͜͡o͜͡ y͜͡o͜͡u͜͡ b͜͡y͜͡:͜͡ H͜͡a͜͡m͜͡ b͜͡e͜͡i͜͡n͜͡g͜͡ a͜͡ i͜͡d͜͡i͜͡o͜͡t͜͡

As was up at home plate at the sandlot with a soft and bat in my hands, and ham right in front of me with the catchers padding on. I decided to proof to him softballs hurt.

"Alright give me your best hit!" Ham yelled. I just laughed. I threw the ball in the air and swung the at with all my might. CRACK! The ball had went straight for Hams gut and knocked him flat on his but, groaning from the pain.

"Softballs are so misleading!!" He groaned, but apparently Bertram didn't think that was enough. "Well softballs are bigger and you didn't get it pitched to you." He stated

"𝙤𝙝 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙝? 𝙄 𝙗𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙮 𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙮 𝙎𝙘𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙮." I snapped. He nodded and DeNunez went up to the pitchers mound. "Give me your best pitch!" I yelled, getting in my stance and pointing my bat to left center like my granddad.

He pitched the ball and as if everything was in slow motion I hit the ball with everything I have in me. CRACK! I immediately dropped that bat and started running as the ball flew straight over Scottys head. As I was heading home everyone crowded the ball and started calling my name.

I quickly ran to home then ran to the out field to see what they were gawking at. As I saw it my eyes widened. I have busted the guts out of the ball.

"Y/n only like 3 people have ever done that! Let alone a 12 year old girl!" Benny said. "Y/n that was so awesome!" Scotty cheered. "Yeah but now we can't play no more!" Squints complained.

"You really think Babe Ruth's granddaughter doesn't have baseballs?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips. "Well go get one!" Squints shouted.

"Nope, no until I'm allowed to play." I said smirking, I was loving this. "Fine you're allowed to play with us from now one now GET THAT BALL!" Ham yelled

"Alright alright jeez." I sighed. I picked up the 2 pieces of the ball and started running home.

T͜͡i͜͡m͜͡e͜͡ s͜͡k͜͡i͜͡p͜͡ b͜͡r͜͡o͜͡u͜͡g͜͡h͜͡t͜͡ t͜͡o͜͡ y͜͡o͜͡u͜͡ b͜͡y͜͡:͜͡ p͜͡h͜͡i͜͡l͜͡l͜͡i͜͡p͜͡s͜͡ t͜͡r͜͡y͜͡i͜͡n͜͡g͜͡ t͜͡o͜͡ f͜͡l͜͡i͜͡r͜͡t͜͡

As I was jogging back to the sandlot, almost there actually, a bunch of boys on bike came up to me, what looked like their leader stopped and looked me up and down biting his lip. Ew.

"Hey beautiful, where are you heading off to?" He asked. "None of your business." I barked back. "Hey now, don't get too feisty. I'm Jordan Phillips." He stuck his hand out for me to shake and I just stared at it then rolled my eyes. "I would rather kiss ham the shake your hand jerk."

"Hey hey hey, we just met who are you to call names?" "I can tell now leave me alone. I just wanna get back to my game."

Benny pov:

It's been about 10 minutes since y/n left and me and Smalls are worried. "Guys we should go look for her." I suggested. Everyone nodded and we started walking until we heard two familiar voices. Y/n and Phillips.

"I can tell now leave me alone. I just wanna get back to my game." "Game? What game could you be talking about. Ohhhhh I see, probably going to support your boyfriend while he plays baseball, I can tell you I'm better than him." "Shut it Phillips! I play baseball just as well as the other guys and I'm probably better than you anyways!"

I need to admit, watching y/n snap at Phillips is kinda hot. "Beautiful you better shut that mouth of yours before your lies make a mess." "You better shut your mouth Phillips before my fist meets our nose." She growled. Damn y/n.

"She's hot when she's angry." Bertram blurted out. "Yeah, feel bad for her future boyfriend." Kenny said. Man imagine if I was her boyfriend. Wait what am I thinking?! Benjamin Rodriguez doesnt have time for girls, I need to focus on baseball.

"Oh you wish you could. Your just a girl, a weak girl, and if you did, I have back up. Where's yours?" "Right here." I said as we all walked into view.

"Oh come on sugar? You're dating him over me?" Phillips asks. "He's not my boyfriend now shut it before you get punched by a girl! And if you were a real man you wouldn't need back up, you'd fight me one on one!" She snapped. "Damn." Is all I could breath out.

"Do it, you don't have the guts." Within 3 seconds there was a subtle crack! And blood started gushing out of Phillips nose. He looked taken back as he covered his nose and started to speed away on their bikes.

I quickly grabbed y/n's hand and checked if her hand was ok. "Are you ok?" I asked. "Yeah he was just getting on my nerves." I chuckled and set her hand down. "That was hot, y/n." Squints blurted out causing all of us to laugh. "Sorry squints not interested, now let's play ball!" She yelled as we all chased her to the sandlot.