Sweet Love #Wattys2016

6 - Odd Greeting

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I pull off my sandals the instant my feet meet warm sand. I dig my toes underneath the sandy surface and tilt my head towards the sun so the rays shine hot against my face. I close my eyes and breathe in the familiar beach smell.

The breeze suddenly begins to pick up, sweeping tendrils of blonde hair across my face, keeping my eyes sealed shut, I admire the feeling of the brief gush of cool air against my skin.

Already my anger is slowly dissipating. 

It isn't until I hear someone shout that I snap my eyes open. 

"HEAD'S UP!"

I automatically turn around to locate the speaker. But the moment I gain focus, my life is already flashing before my eyes.

A football is spiraling towards me. And fast. And straight towards my face. 

Oh crap. 

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I open my eyes to see two older boys hovering over me. Their tensed expression's relax slightly when I match their gaze. 

"Shit. I'm sorry. Are you okay?" the boy on my left helps me to sit up straight. His vibrant blue eyes luminescent with concern.  

My cheeks redden in embarrassment. Did I really just black out? 

A sharp pain shoots through my forehead. I massage my temples to minimize the throbbing. "It's alright, I'm fine." 

"Are you sure? I could get you some ice," he presses. 

I dust off the sand still on my shorts and stand to my feet. "Really, I'm fine."

Blue-eyed boy collects his football from the sand before standing to face me. "I'm really sorry, again," he pauses, considering something in his mind. "Hey, let me repay you. What do you say I take you out for lunch?"

His friend on my right shoots him a confused look. 

"Oh no, it's alright you don't have too--"

"No really, I kind of have to now, it's the least I can do after hitting you in the head with my football." he spins the ball in his hand casually as I fight the urge to frown. I don't even know him and he's asking me to lunch? Before I have the opportunity to decline, he pipes in again. "It'll be my treat."

The enticing thought of food eases into my mind. Tempting my insides. I really am famished. I didn't even eat breakfast this morning. I suppose dinning with complete strangers couldn't be that bad. 

"Fine." I tuck a loose lock of hair behind my shoulder. "Where too?"

A grin curls onto his round lips, revealing a dimple in his left cheek, he points towards a restaurant in walking distance. "The grill." 

I nod, slipping my sandals back onto my feet. "Alright then." the three of us begin towards the grill. "I'm Aria by the way." 

The other boy, who I am assuming is a friend of blue-eyed boys, snatches the football from his hands. "I'm Chris, and this idiot over here who can't-throw-a-football-for-shit is Kaiden."