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Her hair was a milk chocolate brunette, smooth and straight, pulled back into a sleek and tidy ponytail. Her eyes were like two crystal clear sapphires, glistening any way she looked. She had quite a slim and dainty figure, but looked like she could pack a good punch. Perfect for the gangs he thought. Wait… what was he bloody thinking of doing? Marrying her? He didn't even know her name! He tried to act as cool and calm as possible as he opened the neighbouring graffiti-fied locker. It was going well, she hadn't noticed him yet- he was breaking into a cool sweat as he rummaged through his stuff.

"Boo!"

"Shit!" Kyle exclaimed as he turned around to see Finn Sharkey, his rival and nemesis walking away, sporting a big grin and a charming laugh that could be heard for miles.

"That dick" he murmured angrily, holding all the anger in as hard as he could, turning back around to search for his English coursework, not that there was much of it.

"Oh crap."

His oversized grey rucksack had fallen out of the locker or something, it had to of been, because it wasn't in there anymore. It was when he turned around to face Sharkey, one of his douchebag mates must have stolen it. He was going to get revenge, he was fuming.

"Hey, I think this belongs to you? It fell out of your locker when you turned around!" there it was, she was looking at him directly in the face, with a sort of questioning, and slightly meaningful look. All she knew was that she was removing her super slick 6 inch heels, and this grey Nike bag had landed at her feet. She had peeped around the neighbouring locker to see a slouchy figure looking seriously angry. She had picked up the bag, and waited, waited for the moment to just pop around the corner and say hi, this is your bag and be done with it. But she was nervous. Her head told her to just leave the bag and be done with it, but her heart told her just to be polite and give the bag back, they'd probably need it if they're at their locker. So she looked straight ahead and peeped around the corner once more. That's when she saw him for the first time.

His eyes were a dark mixture off green, brown, silver and blue. His dark short hair and stud ear ring flattered his round, slightly oval shaped face. He wore his uniform baggy, with an un-zipped waterproof material style hoodie placed untidily over his shoulders. He wore black Nike trainers she thought, with bold red laces and some strange symbols. Her breath was taken away, he was gorgeous. That was also when she noticed that she was guessing was in the bag was sprawled all over the marble floor. There were trainers, a hoodie, photos, and for some strange reason newspaper cuttings covering what must have been the equivalent of an ocean. The kindest thing she could do was offer for help.

"Your stuffs everywhere mate, d'you need help?"

Kyle had not replied to anything said in the last 30 seconds, he just seemed to stare blankly at Scarlett to see if she was real, or if he had just been knocked out by the dodgy, slightly unhinged locker door. To what she said, he didn't know how to respond- he had two options:

Tell her to go away, keep up his hard image, but lose even knowing her in turn

Or…

As long as there wasn't anyone around (and there wasn't anymore) she could help him, and he could be near enough on time for once, and Kyle could find out who this mysterious girl really is.

And he wasn't going to let this girl slip through his fingers as easily as Sambuca. He felt an instant connection with her and he wasn't going to lose it.

"Yeah, could you pick up those bits of paper over there mate? There aren't that many it would be nice"

"Sure I don't mind" she replied eagerly, trying to cover the first day nerves that shivered down her spine.

They both wanted to ask- so who are you then? But then again the other one may not have been feeling the way the other one did. Maybe flirting will sort this out thought Kyle, but then again it would be nice to catch her name first. Before they, or each other knew it, they both committed what most people like to call word vomit- "So who are you then?" they said, synchronised in action as well as words.

"Should I go first?" he said, winking at the same time. That made her heart melt, he was a charmer.

"Yeah alright!" she laughed, smiling her slightly toothy smile, making him laugh in turn. But he couldn't let his guard down fully yet- he'd only known her for 5 minutes! He still didn't know her name!

"I'm Kyle, Kyle Stack, resident gangster, rebel and bad boy of Waterloo Road. And you are…?"

Scarlett wad to wait a moment to reply, he's the bad boy around here? If I was his girlfriend I would have to be the bad girl right? She thought this over and over until a waiting smile crossed his lips, and she snapped out of her trance.

"Oh, I'm Scarlett Johnson, year twelve, new to this school…ish"

"Ish?" he questioned.

"I was here until year nine, got kicked out though, I wasn't a rebel, I was the rebel, and Mr Clarkson knew that well!" she chimed- why tell him that? She was supposed to keep her head low and she was pouring her hear t out to an apparent bad boy Kyle Stack! He better be feeling the same way about me she exclaimed in her now overloaded head. He smirked in reply, he liked her, he liked her a lot, and he knew this was going to be interesting, as he started licking his lips in anticipation. Scarlett saw this out of the corner of her eye and couldn't help but laugh softly into the pieces of paper she was picking up, not noticing that her shiny magenta lip gloss brushed the sheets as she held them in front of her still crescent shaped mouth, creating an odd shapes kiss mark on the crumpled up paper. She turned around to give back what looked like English homework, still hiding her soft giggles in the sheets.

"Thanks" Kyle stated, trying not to get ahead of himself. Once again he opened his mouth in hope that something would come out- "So what lesson do you have first?"

Scarlett knew her timetable off by heart- yes, she was" nerding" out on her return, but she just wanted to get off on the right foot. Just to make sure he didn't think that she was a nerd, she got out her timetable and scanned it twice through to measure.

"I have got English with Mr Budgen- do you know where that is?" she asked in an unusually upbeat tune.

"Yeah, I've got English too- and we're late!" he laughed as he shoved all but one of the pieces of paper back into his locker, jamming it shut in desperation. Scarlett looked on in a lovey-dovey daze, just hoping that she could shut her feelings off just for a second.

"So how are you going to get us to the other side of school in, what, three minutes?" she said teasingly- who cares if she broke the rules? She had just found herself a new piece of eye candy- not to mention a new mate!

"How's about a mini race eh? First one to lesson gets a fiver- what do you say to that?"

"But I don't know where it is!" she stated. Yeah right! She knew her way around the school from the 'old days'. Not a day or place she couldn't remember!

"Well then you'll just have to follow me and lose mate!"

Man. He was such a charmer.

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