(A/N: I rewrote the scene with Brian and Andy confessing what they did to get into Saturday detention and calling Claire conceited. I wrote in my own character, Carrie. Carrie is basically modeled after me, concerning the frustrations held with popularity and social standings a Shermer High School (aka Freehold Boro HighSchool)
****DISCLAIMER: I do not own the scene, settings or characters except for Carrie****
Bender stared expectantly at Carrie. She stared back from beneath a sheath of jet black hair.
"What do you want from me?" she asked him, her dark eyes piercing him from afar. She slipped off her pin- studded jacket, revealing a Dead Kennedys shirt.
"I want to hear what you have to say. What did you do to get in here?" he replied. He smiled a lopsided grin at her, which made her cringe.
"You really want to know?"
"Yeah...you look to innocent to do anything" said Andy from his place, wiping the tears off his face. He had just confessed to taping some kid's ass.
"Looks decieve, dont they? I beat up a cheerleader." said Carrie with a sly smile. Bender started laughing hysterically.
"That was you?!" shouted Claire, "You bitch! She's my friend!"
" Some friend. Wasn't she the one you went shopping with?"
"Well yeah but that doesn't change the fact she's my friend and you beat her up".
"And it doesn't change the fact that she threw eggs at me at the last dance".
"She said she's sorry".
"Then she wouldn't have put ketchup in my hair at lunch. You saw that. You laughed." Carrie felt the tears dancing behind her eyes. She looked with pure hatred at Claire, wanting to rip every hair out of her pretty head slowly. Memories of her laughing face at lunch flashed before her eyes. Except she knew how shitty that was to do, and she didn't care. She didn't give one flying fuck.
"It was an accident".
"You know damn fucking well it wasn't and you still laughed at me. Did you enjoy your amusement at my expense? How many jokes did you make about me, Claire?"
"I never made jokes!", The insecurity showed on Claire's face. Fear flickered in her eyes.
"Don't lie here, Claire. It won't do you any good", said Bender coldly.
"I'm not lying!" Claire squealed defensively.
"Bullshit!" Carrie spat. She glared at Claire with tears streaming down her face. Claire was silent.
"I hate people like you", continued Carrie, "You think you're so untouchable, then when someone finally says something thats true, you run and hide behind your prom queen crown, you get your big bad quarterback boyfreind to kill the person that made you see what a terrible person you really are. Reality bites, huh Claire?"
"Shut up" whispered Claire.
"You judge everyone. What did you think of Allison when she came walking though that door? Freak, basket case, crazy person? Well, Claire? A, B, C, or all of the above? What did you think of Bender when he walked in that door? White trash, bad boy, bully? What did you think of Brian? Brain, geek, nerd? Most of all...what will you think of them on Monday?! If I came walking up to you and your little blonde cheerleader friends that don't have enough brain cells to process the concept of wearing a shirt that's NOT two sizes too small, what would you do? Say to fuck off then laugh with your little friends right?" By this time, Carrie was shouting. Fire blazed in her eyes as years of aversion and frustration came pouring out for all to see. She kept it all locked in for this long, now its time for Claire to pay for what she did.
"Shut the hell up, you don't know what you're talking about" said Claire. Intimidation showed on her face.
"Honestly, Claire, did you even know who the fuck I was?". There was a silence that seemed to last a lifetime. Andy shifted uncomfortably. Allison's eyes darted between Carrie and Claire.
"No" Claire whispered. She was looking down at her perfectly manicured hands.
"FUCK!" Carrie screamed, "I FUCKING KNEW IT! You don't even remember the little girl in your sandbox way back when. The one you abandoned when Brittany Pierson moved in. It's amazing since it happened in 8th grade."
"Oh God...Carrie...I'm sorry", Claire reached out for Carrie.
"Don't fucking touch me, you conceited little brat!", snapped Carrie. She stalked off.
(A/N: Yea that's basically it. Tell me what you think. Be nice, I kinda favor this one)
****DISCLAIMER: I do not own the scene, settings or characters except for Carrie****
Bender stared expectantly at Carrie. She stared back from beneath a sheath of jet black hair.
"What do you want from me?" she asked him, her dark eyes piercing him from afar. She slipped off her pin- studded jacket, revealing a Dead Kennedys shirt.
"I want to hear what you have to say. What did you do to get in here?" he replied. He smiled a lopsided grin at her, which made her cringe.
"You really want to know?"
"Yeah...you look to innocent to do anything" said Andy from his place, wiping the tears off his face. He had just confessed to taping some kid's ass.
"Looks decieve, dont they? I beat up a cheerleader." said Carrie with a sly smile. Bender started laughing hysterically.
"That was you?!" shouted Claire, "You bitch! She's my friend!"
" Some friend. Wasn't she the one you went shopping with?"
"Well yeah but that doesn't change the fact she's my friend and you beat her up".
"And it doesn't change the fact that she threw eggs at me at the last dance".
"She said she's sorry".
"Then she wouldn't have put ketchup in my hair at lunch. You saw that. You laughed." Carrie felt the tears dancing behind her eyes. She looked with pure hatred at Claire, wanting to rip every hair out of her pretty head slowly. Memories of her laughing face at lunch flashed before her eyes. Except she knew how shitty that was to do, and she didn't care. She didn't give one flying fuck.
"It was an accident".
"You know damn fucking well it wasn't and you still laughed at me. Did you enjoy your amusement at my expense? How many jokes did you make about me, Claire?"
"I never made jokes!", The insecurity showed on Claire's face. Fear flickered in her eyes.
"Don't lie here, Claire. It won't do you any good", said Bender coldly.
"I'm not lying!" Claire squealed defensively.
"Bullshit!" Carrie spat. She glared at Claire with tears streaming down her face. Claire was silent.
"I hate people like you", continued Carrie, "You think you're so untouchable, then when someone finally says something thats true, you run and hide behind your prom queen crown, you get your big bad quarterback boyfreind to kill the person that made you see what a terrible person you really are. Reality bites, huh Claire?"
"Shut up" whispered Claire.
"You judge everyone. What did you think of Allison when she came walking though that door? Freak, basket case, crazy person? Well, Claire? A, B, C, or all of the above? What did you think of Bender when he walked in that door? White trash, bad boy, bully? What did you think of Brian? Brain, geek, nerd? Most of all...what will you think of them on Monday?! If I came walking up to you and your little blonde cheerleader friends that don't have enough brain cells to process the concept of wearing a shirt that's NOT two sizes too small, what would you do? Say to fuck off then laugh with your little friends right?" By this time, Carrie was shouting. Fire blazed in her eyes as years of aversion and frustration came pouring out for all to see. She kept it all locked in for this long, now its time for Claire to pay for what she did.
"Shut the hell up, you don't know what you're talking about" said Claire. Intimidation showed on her face.
"Honestly, Claire, did you even know who the fuck I was?". There was a silence that seemed to last a lifetime. Andy shifted uncomfortably. Allison's eyes darted between Carrie and Claire.
"No" Claire whispered. She was looking down at her perfectly manicured hands.
"FUCK!" Carrie screamed, "I FUCKING KNEW IT! You don't even remember the little girl in your sandbox way back when. The one you abandoned when Brittany Pierson moved in. It's amazing since it happened in 8th grade."
"Oh God...Carrie...I'm sorry", Claire reached out for Carrie.
"Don't fucking touch me, you conceited little brat!", snapped Carrie. She stalked off.
(A/N: Yea that's basically it. Tell me what you think. Be nice, I kinda favor this one)