A/n: Kind of short. -AV

Scott was just 15 when he was kicked out of his parents' house. For a while he crashed on couches of friends, eventually falling into the wrong crowd. That's when his grades plummeted. He started partying; every night he was drunk or high or some combination of each.

After a while he needed more to support himself and his habits and on the streets there were only two ways to get it. Sell drugs or sell yourself. Scott chose what he though would be the lesser evil.

After his first arrest for possession and intent to distribute, Scott landed in a juvenile detention facility for a week. He was released on probation and sent to his first foster home. However, he didn't last long there. He was hit with another possession charge as well as probation violation and sent back to juvy for a month before moving on to 5 other foster homes. That's when he landed in Arlington.

However, this soon became his salvation. His foster mom wasn't the best person but at least he had a bed. And he was transferred to Martin High where he met Mitch.

The boy who saved his life.

Without Mitch, Scott knew he would have already hit his third strike. Batter out. He'd be locked up for a long time, especially since he'd just hit 17. But somehow this beautiful boy, smart, sassy, kind, chose to help a lost cause.