Summary:She was pretty. No, not pretty, beautiful, he thought. Kyle Stack, the Waterloo Road bad boy, falling for Scarlet Johnson? It just wasn't possible! The two find unexpected love in eachover, but when Sam, Denzil and the DSC start to meddle- will it last?

Disclaimer: All characters (except Scarlett and Eleanor) are not my own, neither Waterloo Road! The series' are a bit mixed up, Sam is still alive and events have happened in different orders :S hope you like it! :S xx

She was pretty. No, not pretty, beautiful, he thought. Kyle Stack, the Waterloo Road bad boy, falling for Scarlet Johnson? It just wasn't possible! She, the bold, smart and equally as talented teenager on HIS of all people's radar? No way! It all started on that first day back at school…

Scarlett stumbled down the corridor with her best mate Eleanor trying to keep her upright.

"First day nerves?

All Scarlett could do was give an uneasy nod, considering her state of nerves were off the scale, and she could barely move an inch in her brand new black and shiny buckled stilettos.

"You can barely stand upright in those shoes- what were you thinking!"

With a deep breath Scarlett managed to at least murmur "I don't know! Mum got them for me; you know what she's like, always wanting for me to be centre of attention like she were at school! I'm a bloody clone of her!"

"I have a spare pair of shoes in my locker if you want them, but you'll have to tell me that you love me first! What do you say to that?"

Scarlett shrugged; she would do anything to get out of those shoes, before she knocked someone out.

"Fine, I love you Eleanor Riley, can I borrow some decent shoes? Making sure she battered her eyelashes to the best of her potential.

Eleanor gave her a wink and a smile, the deal was done. And with that the two girls were back at Waterloo Road, New Year, new students, new rebels, and of course, new found love, not that Scarlett was expecting anything!

Kyle Stack wasn't exactly the most functional of pupils- late, scruffy, so called 'gangsta' and resident rebel were just a few- probably the only words to describe him. No one knew if he had a caring side, or if he was just a dick. He had been trouble since day one at Waterloo road, when he set a dangerous dog on the head teacher's daughter, and a teacher, to clear his name over a false claim of sexual assault (not the best way to handle things!). Since then he hadn't stayed out of trouble- hitting on over peoples girlfriends (most famously Sambuca Kelly), provoking teachers until they want to hurt him (sorry to say that was our favourite Mr Clarkson), and ruining school property (all that graffiti on the walls). Of course, as any bad boy would do he owned up for it. Why? Because he didn't care what would happen in the future, or in his education because he wanted to be a drug dealer. Kyle was from off the local estate as you had probably guessed, and only cared about what others thought of him, not what he thought of himself. Described as having neither brain cells nor common sense, nothing was going Kyle's way, not even Sambuca! That was until Scarlett turned up.

Kyle trudged into the building, playing up to his peers with gangster swagger and ease. There Denzil was waiting for him, in their crews' statement outfit- the Nike trainers with the blood red laces, emblazoned with random sayings on each and every trainer. These were part of their gang, the DSC's gear, but of course they only knew that, or they'd be put down for being a member of the most wanted gang in Rochdale. Not that Kyle cared, he didn't mind going to prison, because it proves you're a 'proper badman'.

"You alright Denz?" he sighed, whilst exchanging their signature handshake.

"Yeah, was just checking out some of those New Year 12 girls over there- some of them look fine!"

"Denz, will you keep it down, or we are gonna lose our street cred AND those girls Kyle stated, making sure he kept his head down, he didn't need any unwanted attention after what he was going to attempt later on that day.

Denzil nodded in some sort of confused shame as they started to walk to class.

"Denzil, you carryon to class, just need to get something from my locker mate"

As Denzil carried on down the long narrow corridor, Kyle strode over to his locker, but was stopped in his tracks by two girls with what looked like no sense of direction.

"Sorry guys need to get through!" said the taller one; he recognized as Eleanor Riley, one of Denzil's old flames, the only one who gave him the boot! The other girl seemed to be stumbling all over the place. People around them had to swerve out the way and shouting "D'ya need an ambulance!" and "Weren't you taught to walk love!" just to name a few.

By now Kyle was pretty mad, no not mad, angry. He had learnt to wait his turn at school, and obviously some slappers didn't, he thought. Without even thinking about his actions he was pushing through the angry crowd, because he weren't going to wait there all day- and that's where he saw her…

Should i continue with this story? i don't know if it's good enough :S review please! :* x