y/n rodriguez has been living the life, rich, pretty, sporty, hot brother, and lots of friends. there's only one problem, jordan philips. jordan is her neighbor, and he makes her life a living hell as much as he possibly can- not to mention the fact...
you wake up with the worst headache imaginable, considering the thing that's waking you up is your brother pounding on your door, "y/n! hurry up! its 7:30 we're gonna be late to the sandlot!" you slap your forehead, "exactly. it's 7:30. leave me alone!" you yell over his pounding.
"fine, but you better be there by 8:30!" he yells, you just shake your head and massage your temples. you roll over, sitting up, staring the half eaten de la rosa mazapán on your beside table from last night. you decide to get up and get dressed for the sandlot.
you stumble to your closet, feeling nauseous from last night. you didn't drink or anything, you don't do that stuff- you just had a crazy night babysitting, your younger cousin is one hell of a kid.
you look through your closet, trying to find a decent outfit. *yawn* "i swear i just had clothes like- yesterday.?" you mumble to yourself as you're rummaging through your shirts. you did end up finding some decent clothes for the sandlot, though.
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it's not your greatest work, but it'll do. "alright, let's go beat up squints!" you say to yourself after brushing your teeth. you grab your bat and mitt and run out the door, almost tripping from the little step on your porch.
you're almost at the field when you hear, "hey darlin' face, what's up with you?" oh my God this kid pisses me off! "uhm my hat- my hat is up. bye jordan." you hear him scoff behind you, but you don't bother turning around.
"C'mon babe, talk to the handsome guy behind ya!" you stop dead in your tracks and do a 180 on your heels, "what did you call me?" you demand, your eye twitching. "babe, i called you babe. i call every irrelevant brat that!" he says shrugging.
"i am no brat!" you yell, kind of proving his point. "okay maybe a little, but that's just stupid dude." you say cracking a smile before snapping back into reality and out of his soft brown eyes. "i gotta go, catch you later brat." he jokes before turning around on his bike and leaving.
the fact that he calls you brat pisses you off, like who the hell does philips think he is?! "ugh that annoying hoe." you grunt under your breath, turning back around and walking to the sandlot. you reach the gate and walk through.
"hey guys!" you shout, but none of them look up to greet you, they just shake their heads instead. "what happened?" you question as you grow closer to the group of boys in the dugout. "y/n, what the fuck?" you're confused.
"you're right, what the fuck? what's goin on?" benny grabs his phone and shoves it in your face, it's a video of philips calling you babe. oh nah... "benny please tell me you don't believe that video." he shakes his head, "some girl sent it to me. why?"
"it was taken out of loads of context-" benny cuts you off "context of what? him asking you out or something?!" this is a bad start to your morning. "BENNY!" you yell to shut him up, "i was walking to the sandlot when he came up behind me," you say, taking breaths.
"no, we're not dating, no, i don't like him, and no, he never asked me out. the video cut off before he said it but he 'calls every irrelevant brat that'." you look down and shake your head. "oh, i'm sorry- i just-" he tries explaining, "it's fine. let's play some ball." you sigh.
you don't understand why these fangirls can't just drop it already! it was literally 7:54 am when the girl sent that video, like chill bro, he's not interested. benny has a girlfriend, but she's in the state over.
you're all about to start the game when you get a phone call, "i'm sorry guys but i really need to take this," squints slaps his forehead, "really? it can't wait?" it was from kaylee, so no, it really couldn't wait. you run into the dugout and answer the call.
"y/n it it true my little brother called you babe?" smh bro, smh. "yes, why?" you really don't wanna know why. "i'm sorry for you, he just won't stop finding ways to terrorize you!" you chuckle, relieved that it wasn't anything bad. "it's fine, i just ignore him."
"i'm glad you're able to handle it, if i were you he'd be dead already! the only reason he's not is because of my mom." you two go back and forth, giggling. "well i'd better get back to the boys, it was nice talking to you kay!" you two say goodbye and you go back to playing baseball.
it has only been a week since school let out, but it feels like tomorrow you'll be picking up a backpack for school and some knee pads for volleyball practice. it's been a chaotic start, but you can tell this year- summer of 22', will be one hell of a sandlot summer.
ik this chapter is short but i just wanted to kind of introduce the whole story before really getting into the actual book! lmk if you have any recommendations for me :)
