"Yeah I'm okay thanks, just a little sore" I say behind a small giggle, at the look on his worried face. "I'm Scarlett by the way"
"I know who you are, our mums were speaking before and I over heard them talking about you"
"Really? Oh god,What did she say?!"
"Nothing really, they were just talking about school and stuff like that"
"Oh thank the lord baby jesus!"
He began laughing, tilting his head slightly so the sun bounced of his sparkling sea green orbs. I started smiling when we were interrupted by my now awaken mum.
"Scarlett, I'm going inside don't be too long, we are going out for tea"
I let out a small sigh just before the mysterious boy that lay upon my eyes apologised once again for hitting me with the ball
"I didn't mean it, it just flew"
"I'm pretty sure that footballs don't fly but it's okay and here" I said before throwing him his ball. He caught it perfectly and I start to turn away until I realised I still hadn't gotten his name!
"Oi curls,I never got your name"
"That's for me to know and for you to figure out! And don't call me curls"
"Well unless you tell me, that's how its sticking!"
"Curls it is then" he replies softly before running back in to his house
"Scarlett hurry the hell up!" My dad shouted up the stairs.
"Oh shush your mush dad I'm done now anyway!" I shouted back.
I looked in the mirror in front of me and checked my outfit through my reflect. I had on a pair of denim shorts (different ones from this morning), and a red blouse with ruffles around the neckline. My hair was let down in its natural waves whilst I pinned the front bits up in a little quiff thing. My makeup was just the minimum, a little foundation, mascara and some eyeliner. On my feet I had my white converse. I was sorted and ready to go.
So I found out after meeting Curly that we were going over to his house for tea with his mum, step dad and sister. I thought this was brilliant idea, because now I can figure out his name.
I grabbed my leather jacket and pulled it on as I ran downstairs to meet my mum and dad at the front door.
"Finally!" My dad huffs "We are going to be late because of you!"
"I Scarlett Anne-Marie Addams am never late! Everybody else is simply early!" I stated.
"Sure because they arrived early to the meal they prepared at their house" my dad chuckled.
"Whatever lets go, if you keep talking we are going to be late!' My mum intercepts as she pushes us through the front door.
We walked across to our neighbours house, knocked on the door and waited patiently. The door opened to reveal a woman in her mid-thirties, Curly's mum I'm guessing.
"Hello everyone! I'm Anne, come on and come in."
As we each entered the home she gave us all a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She shut the door behind us and led us into the living room were the rest of her family were situated. A man around my dads age stood up and welcomed us, introducing himself as Robin or Rob as he prefers.
"Oh your house is just lovely" my mother complimented "oh silly me I forgot to introduce me and my family! I'm Joanne but you can call me Jo!, This is my husband Mike and my daughter Scarlett!"
"Nice to meet you all!" Anne said "this is my eldest Gemma she's sixteen (sorry I don't know how old she is so I just guessed) and I believe you've already met my son"
Me and my parents nodded, and I waited for Anne to mention Curly's name but she never did. I looked over to him and saw him smirking, his dimples clearly visible in his cheeks. He's definitely up to something.
Soon after the introductions we all made our way through to the dinning room for our meal, which was spaghetti I believe. My seat was in the middle of Gemma and Curls, opposite to me were my parents and at the heads of the table were Anne and Rob.
Our parents were in a deep conversation about work or something or other whilst I was talking to Gemma about school. We had just begun to talk about our favourite kinds of music when I felt a sharp jab in my thigh.
I turned and saw Curly smirking at me yet again.
"What?" I asked sharply
"No need to be rude Scar."
"It's Scarlett to you Curls and you jabbed me in the leg with you fork, as if I'm going to be nice after that!" I exclaimed.
"So what it didn't hurt that much and if you get to call me Curls then I get to call you Scar!"
"You won't tell me your name so what else am I going to call you MR SMIRK ALOT? I don't think so!"
"Fine then keep calling me Curls cause you'll never find out my real name, and I do not smirk!"
"Yes you do! And I will I'll just ask your mum, Rob or Gemma they'll tell me!"
"No they won't and neither will your parents, so I guess you'll have to live your life without ever knowing!"
I sighed in defeat and went back to eating. I will find out his name. I swear I will!
