Carrie begins to have feelings for her gym teacher. In this story instead of Judy Greer playing Rita, imagine Christina Hendricks instead. Slight smut in this chapter. Tell me what you think! Happy reading!

Carrie White sat there alone in the girl's locker room. She was feeling a weird mix of emotions that whole week. An outcast and painfully shy, she was ridiculed by everyone including the other girls in her class. Teenage girls could be cruel enough but no more so than Chris Hagensen. A girl that was a self proclaimed slut and didn't care who she put down. Carrie seemed to rub her the wrong way and she got her friends to go along with it, the poor, strangely dressed girl with the crazy religious fanatic mother. Sue Snell, Chris' best friend and accomplice. She was the only one who felt bad about the girl's treatment. She felt so bad that she wanted to give Carrie the prom she deserved by getting her boyfriend to take her.

"Hey, what's wrong?" gym teacher, Rita Desjardin was getting ready to leave when she noticed the troubled girl sitting on the end of the bench, the saddest look on her face. Rita was firm but fair, she didn't like to play favourites or go easy on anyone but Carrie was an exception. She knew everything about mean girls, the girls that she went to school with were out for blood. Rita wasn't ugly, far from it but it wasn't always that way, she had blossomed into this curvy redhead, a bust size men would drool over, born to be a model but instead reduced herself to teaching a bunch of ungrateful brats in a town that might as well have been in the middle of nowhere. "Did one of the girls try something again?"

Carrie looked up at Rita's kind face, something she never got at home. She was almost scared to tell her. "I got asked to prom."

Rita exhaled and smiled, "Really? That's great news," she sat down on the bench, forcing Carrie to turn to her. Rita's large behind came down and creaked the old wooden bench. Chris had made jokes about Rita's figure, "Her ass has to at least 500lbs!" Sue of course laughed, everyone seemed to hate Rita but Carrie and vice versa. "With who?" Rita asked Carrie in her teenage like voice.

"...Tommy Ross..."

Rita knew Tommy was dating Sue so this seemed odd but she went along with it, "Wow, Tommy Ross. He's pretty dreamy, huh?"

"Yeah...I know the people he's with...They're just going to trick me again...right?"

Rita shook her head, "Maybe he really meant it."

Carrie shook her head, "No."

"Yes, of course he did," she said, moving Carrie's bangs.

"But why?" Carrie questioned, "Why me?"

Rita took Carrie's hand, "Come here..." she took her over to one of the sinks and faced the mirror. "Do you know what I see? I see a beautiful young woman," Carrie could feel her hot breath on her neck. She was feeling something, something strange at the pit of her stomach, she was feeling sweaty, her knees were weak. "Maybe wear a little makeup. Pinch your cheeks, put a little color in there," she said to the young girl, poking her cheeks. She tried fixing her messy blonde hair, straightening it for her to see. "Color your hair. Stand up straight...," she put her hand on Carrie's lower back, her touch sending a shiver up her spine. "There ya go." Carrie couldn't help but smile, she didn't feel as bad as she did before but there was something still bothering her.

She turned to Rita "But...what if he wants to kiss me?"

Rita smiled, "Don't worry, Carrie, you'll do fine," she brushed a hand over her cheek.

"Thank you Miss Desjardin!" she hugged her tightly.

Rita returned the hug and chuckled, "You're going to do great!"

Carrie almost didn't want to let her go, she wanted her to teach her more but she knew she had to get going. On her way out, Carrie noticed a bag with a towel in it. Did Rita shower at school? Carrie thought that was strange, why couldn't she shower at home? Perhaps she had to stay late after school and would be too tired to do so. Carrie wasn't sure why this troubled her. She was having these thoughts about Rita, this admiration with some confusing feelings to go along with it.

On her way out she remembered a rumour about one of the janitor's closets. The one that was next to the gymnasium. The girls would joke or at least she hoped about a hole in the wall that the janitor made to spy on girls shower. She couldn't imagine him getting away with that and as much as she tried she never found one. She had to get him, she couldn't be late, if she was she would be subjected to the prayer closet all night. She was feeling sweaty again, nervous. For some reason the thought of finding the hole got her excited.

She thought one quick peek wouldn't hurt. She found the janitor's closet unlocked. Her curiosity was going to get the better of her she was sure. She felt dumb for believing this until she sat down on the stool and focused on a crack. She was shocked but she was in for an even greater shock when she took a peak. There was Rita's bare back, she was showering. Carrie's eye widened so big she was afraid that if she turned around she would spot the little peeping tom. She was astounded by the body she saw; there was more than enough space between them to see every inch of her. Carrie licked her lips, her heart was beating like a jackhammer, as though it were going to pound so hard it would come out of her chest.

She felt shame but she didn't want to turn away, this was too good. Rita turned around and that's when Carrie panicked a little, Rita was facing the peeping wall but her eyes were closed for the moment. Carrie could see her 'dirty pillows', all soaped up and glorious, Rita kneeded them in her hands. Carrie thought she heard footsteps. It was time to go before the janitor caught her or worse.

Will Carrie do something about these feelings she's having? Tune in next time!