Sandlot Love

8

"You filthy boyfriend stealing bìtch!" Maddi screamed at me, advancing across the diamond towards me. My mind was still reeling from what had happened. Phillips, Phillips, had kissed me, kissed me.
"What? You two are dating? Since when?"
"Since just after you left" Phillips said, coming up behind me and draping his arm around my shoulders. I shrugged him off and turned to face Maddi.
"I didn't know Maddi, honest. And he kissed me!" I tried to protest
"Hey babe why the fuss? You know the deal, I'm allowed a couple of side chicks" Phillips said with a smirk, putting his arm around me again. I shrugged him off again.
"Oh come off it baby you know you liked it" he said, wrapping his arms around me yet again and pressing a soft kiss on the corner of my lips.
"What is your problem?!" I screeched "you have a girlfriend!"
"Yeah and? She let's me have a few distractions" he said, still smirking as he brushed my hair off my neck.
"A few distractions yes" Maddi said "but not this girl, not someone you have history with!"
"Oh lighten up" Phillips said, wrapping his arm around my waist hand resting on my butt and giving it a light squeeze. I jumped.
"You creep! Take no for an answer!"
"No one ever says no to me"
"Well I'll say this" I said and slapped him as hard as I could across the face. His head swivelled with the force of my blow and he reached his hand up to his cheek, wincing slightly at the contact.
"You'll regret that" he says menacingly. Hard to pull off the the bright red hand mark showing all what I'd dared do.
"Oh go do a cactus" I said angrily, marching off the field and towards my house.