Something a little different. Chri/Carrie femslash. Both girls never thought they'd have anything in common. Requested by HORROR MANIAC 19. Please review.

Christine "Chris" Hargensen was vaping under the bleachers, eagerly waiting for her boyfriend Billy to skip class and meet her. It was getting cold out and she didn't have Billy's leather jacket to wrap around her. Her father warned her about guys like Billy, nothing but trouble but that's exactly what she was after. She felt dumb just sitting there on an old box, she was just glad there were no teachers around to catch her. She texted Billy several times, he wouldn't just ditch her and there was no way she was staying in English class the rest of the day.

The bell rang. She couldn't believe she wasted all that time waiting around. She texted him again, she looked through the crowd of students walking out to the buses. She could see some of her friends but no sign of him. Her best friend Sue Snell was on her way over to her car but saw Sue and walked over.

"Did you see Billy?"

Sue hadn't seen him since yesterday, "Do you need a ride?"

"No. I expect him any minute," she was getting anxious, Sue had to get home and hit the books, something Chris rarely did these days. She told Sue she'd call her later. Something had to be wrong, everyone was almost gone, at this rate only the janitor would be left. Eventually there was only one other student she noticed. Carrie White was standing from afar looking left and right multiple times. Chris never did like Carrie White, her or her whacko Mom.

Carrie was painfully shy and never really socialized with her peers. Everyone was hard on her for being an outcast especially Chris. Carrie just stood there waiting. Chris was getting anxious, she felt like such an idiot being outside for hours for nothing. She decided to take her frustrations out on Carrie.

"Who are you waiting for?" She asked as she walked behind Carrie causing her to jump.

"M-my Mom."

"Oh, good. For a second there I thought Billy was leaving me for you," She stood in front of Carrie, staring her down. Carrie hung her head, averting her eyes from Chris'.

Carrie spoke weakly, "N-no."

"I'm joking!"

Carrie continued to watch for her mother's car, she was getting worried. "I'm scared. "

Chris wanted to laugh, "Why don't you take the bus?"

Carrie stayed quiet, this was one of the reasons no one liked her, nobody knew what she was thinking about. Out of nowhere she started walking quickly. Chris didn't know what her problem was. She decided to follow her; wasn't like there was anything better to do. Carrie knew she was following so she tried gaining speed but Chris easily caught up to her.

"Why are you following me?"

"I just thought I'd walk you home", Chris smiled smugly.

"You don't have do that," she turned a corner, not because her house was down that particular street just to try to give her bully the slip.

"Carrie, what the hell is your problem?" Chris grabbed her arm, that's when Carrie reacted by holding her hands up to her face. This startled Chris at first, it seemed all too familiar. "I...I'm not going to hit you."

Carrie lowered her hands, "Why do you hate me so much?"

Chris scoffed, "Where do I start?"

"I never did anything to you..."

"You're weird ok? Plus don't act like you're perfect."

"But I..."

"Come on, I'll take you home!" She took her by the arm and let Carrie lead the way; Chris suspected she was leading her far from her house. Carrie struggled, she had no idea what this girl that made her life Hell was up to.

In the confusion, Carrie noticed a rolled up magazine fall out of Chris' back pocket. "You dropped something."

Chris stopped and looked back to see her magazine on the sidewalk. She smiled and told Carrie to pick it up for her. Carrie was scared of what she might do if she didn't so she walked back and picked it up. She leaned down but paused when she saw the cover. An older woman with her bare breasts exposed. Carrie was reluctant taking it over to Chris. "What's wrong?" Chris mocked.

"Those are bad," said Carrie, looking down at the concrete.

"Pssh! They're breasts, Carrie."

"W-why do you have it?"

"Because I'm bisexual" Chris stated proudly. "Do you have a problem with that? Are you going to tell me how evil I am or what?"

"No...I heard Susan and the other girls talk about it. They said you're just saying that for the attention."

Chris was livid, "WHAT?"

"Everyone thinks you try too hard." Carrie really didn't know when to quit but it was all true. High school was a big factor in her change, from her personality to her hair to her overdone tan.

"Grrr! Those bitches!" It looked like she was going to hit Carrie but managed to show some restraint. Carrie decided this was a perfect time to slink away but Chris continued following her. That's when Margaret White's car almost hit her, driving right up on the side walk. Carrie froze as her mother got out of the car and yelled at her, wondering why she would take off like that. Chris couldn't make out much of what she said. It did sound like she said, "What are you looking at you little slut?" She glared at her when she got into the car.

Chris just stood there watching Carrie get hauled off by her witch of a mother. It was very dejavu.

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