The Badboy's Got A Heart

Just plain old me.

He's a bad boy, the feared & supposedly dangerous hottie, & I'm just me.

Austin Carter, the incredibly hot bad boy of Westington High. The tall, brown-haired hottie, with the body of a world class model, and the features of a perfect prince, the boy in every girl's dreams.

And then there's me, Scarlett Winters. A petite brunette, with porcelain/creamy, slightly tanned skin, a doll's features, and long brown hair just barely grazing my petite waist.

I wasn't the type of girl a bad boy would fall for. I was the one with perfect grades and a decent group of friends. Not really in the popular group, but not in the nerdy one either. I was average to most people...or so I thought.

"Austin! Dude, pass the ball here!"

A group of well-built guys were tossing around a soccer ball near my locker. Suddenly, I was knocked down to the ground hard. My vision subsided and I couldn't get up. It must have been a hard blow to the head. Soon, I felt a strong arm snaking around my waist and another one around my head. I was lifted up and steered through the populated crowd. I still couldn't see anything, but for some odd reason, I could feel everything. In a minute, I was placed on a bed, in what I assumed was the nurse's office. Hesitantly, I opened my eyes, peering through my damp lashes, to acknowledge my savior.

I looked up into hazel orbs, and strong muscular features. It was Austin! Austin Carter! Wait...he was my savior?