A/N: Hello to all and welcome back. After a bit of deliberation, and encouragement from those that have read the first chapter, I have decided to continue this story. And since I have a few others to work on as well, I decided to get the next chapter out so that I can wet the apatite of those that have gotten an interest.

I don't think I need to tell anyone that the canon stories of all the movies listed in the past chapter will be changed in some way, but will remain on their intended path will still be the same which, as you know, all intersect together at some point. And with a Stark on his way to Chamberlain, Ewan Memorial High and the town itself are about to get shook up.

So here is chapter 2! I own nothing.

On a quiet stretch of highway in the North-East Kingdom, the roar of a high-speed engine could be heard as clear as the blue sky above as a dark blur flashed down the long stretch going over 100 mph.

Nathan Stark sat behind the wheel of the black Lamborghini Aventador LP700, dressed in a casual black t-shirt and jeans with a pair of blue tinted sunglasses over his eyes. The car's radio playing one of the local radio stations as he headed farther North.

It had been two weeks since he started this assignment. And it was pretty easy. All he had to do was go to one of the schools on the list Pepper provided for him, make a speech or two, shake some hands, and mingle with the students. And just like he had expected, having Tony Stark's son come to give the donations to the schools was just as good as the man himself being there.

Even better, given that Nathan was the same age as the students and he could relate to them better.

After meeting with the ones that were coordinating the whole thing, the teen had been told that 12 schools had earned the funding from Stark Industries thanks to the cherity drives they held. All of them in states along the East-Coast.

When everything was ready and several phone calls made, Nathan gathered up enough clothes that would last him the trip, his laptop, and his armor suit. Even though he didn't think he would need it, it was better to have it just incase.

It was designed to roughly the same specs as his fathers, but had a few things added to it that fit his style better. It was also a bit edgier compared to its predicesors, and was brick-brown for a primary color with dark-yellow being the secondary. And like Tony, he had become well adept in how to use his creation.

Checking his watch, he slowed the car down and took an off-ramp. The sleek sport's car was something he picked up in Tampa Bay at the airport, finding it waiting for him when he got off the company plane just before getting a call from his father.

"If you're gonna be hanging around out there a while, might was well ride in style." he has said with a cheeky grin before ending the call. Nathan had just rolled his eyes and rolled with it.

He wasn't the type to just throw money around, but every once in a while he would cut loose and just enjoy the present. And the car certainly brought a lot of attention when he rolled up to the schools. Many of which from the female population.

Even though he basked in the attraction he got from women, he hardly dated. He'd been on dates, and they either ended with the person he was with only wanting to sleep with him or wanting him to be there sugar daddy. It pissed him off, really.

Nathan wasn't like his dad used to be, he wanted to find someone that was real and would care for him for him, not for his money or status. He was still young, so there was more than enough time for him to find that special girl...or that's what Pepper believed.

Pulling off the highway, he pulled the car into the empty parking lot of a gas station and switching off the engine. Reaching over to the passanger seat and picking up a small, black device no bigger than a cellphone.

Pressing his thumb into the screen, the device beeped before coming alive and projecting a hologram screen in the air above it. Windows popping up with steams of data running across them as the Stark heir started flipping through various files until he found the one he was looking for.

Pepper had forwarded him all the information he needed for this assignment. But he also had Jarvis send him a little extra, including everything he needed to know about the schools, their honor systems, the number of students, and background info on the staff.

It wouldn't do good to give a good sum to an education center if someone was stealing it from within. Better to play it safe.

He'd hit up 11 of the schools so far, the last one he was at being in Vermont. There was just one more and he'd head back to California. The last school on the list was only another half days worth of driving, he'd stop at a hotel when he crossed the stateline and rest up before heading to the right town the next day.

Re-reading the data again, Nathan perked up when a soft beeping could be heard from the device. Another window appearing telling him that someone was attempting to call him.

Pressing the window, an image of his father's face appeared on the holographic screen. "Hay there, Junior. How's the vacation?" Tony asked with a smirk.

"Don't call me that, dad." said the teen rolling his eyes behind his shades. "And the 'vacation's' going just fine. I just got one more stop and everything's done, though it's been pretty peaceful out here."

The elder Stark hummed, "Well, at least you're having fun. Pepper's still worried. Keep telling her that you're fine and everything but she just doesn't take my word for it."

Nathan smirked back, "Gee, I wonder why?" he asked sarcastically

Tony pointed at him, "Hay, don't get all high and mighty, Junior. Or do we have to revisit what happened on her birthday when you were 10?"

The smirk vanished from his son's face, "Oh god, please don't bring that up. I swear my hearing still isn't the same after all the screaming she did. " he said, wincing as the phantom pains from that day haunted him. "Just let her know I'm fine and everything's still going smoothly. I'll be at the last school by tomorrow, just need to spend another day or two there and I'm heading home."

His father nodded, "Alright. Just keep in mind everything I told you when you headed out."

Nathan held up his hand and started ticking off his fingers, " 'Don't be wreckless.' 'Don't drink.' 'Don't knock up some poor girl.' And 'Be on my best behavior.' " he recited.

Tony raised an eyebrow, "That's not the advice I gave you." he said confused.

"That's because it's Pepper's list. Yours was almost the exact opposite." came the reply as the teen looked at his father over the edge of his sunglasses. "And don't even try to say that it was your way of telling me to loosen up. I'm not falling for it."

The elder Stark put a hand to his chest over the glowing arc reactor, "She's turned my own brood against me! She's corrupted you into being a party pooper!"

"Oh, get over it, old man." Nathan said with a shake of the head. "I gotta get going. Want to hit the stateline before dark so I can rest up."

"Alright. Hay, where are you headed anyway?" asked his father.

"Didn't you read the packet Pepper gave you?" asked the teen. Tony gave him a look making realization dawn on him, "Right...don't like to be handed things." he muttered before bringing up the data screen he was reading and transmitting it to his dad's computer. "It's some place up in Maine, a town called Chamberlain. It's small, but they managed to score their funding from the company fair and square. Nothing sketchy about it."

Tony nodded as he read the data, "Looks boring." he said with a dismissive wave of the hand. "Good luck, Nate. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." with that the screen faded away.

"Very short list right there..." Nathan said as he brought up a map on the screen, memorizing the best route before closing down the device and starting up the car again. Pulling out of the gas station and getting back on to the highway.

"Chamberlain, here I come." he said as he shifted gears and pushed on he accelerator.

X

Ewen Memorial High School was abuzz with excitement. Students and staff alike chatting up a storm as they all stood on pins and needles in anticipation for something that was happening that day.

Carrie had been confused. Wondering what all the excitement was about as she went about her day. It must have been something big, considering her usual tormentors had left her alone thus far which she was greatful for. Especially since Chris Hargensen, the most popular girl in school and her main tormentor, had been suspended because she was the one that recorded and posted the video of the locker room incident two weeks back.

Her suspension would be coming to an end in another day, but from the rumors she'd been hearing the girl had been banned from going to the prom that was a week away. All thanks to Ms. Desjardin because of her protectiveness over Carrie.

She had also found the remaining popular girls, who many had called the 'Ultras', in the girl's bathrooms adding more makeup and styling their hair while trying to make their outfits as revealing as possible.

In English, the teacher mentioned something about it. Saying that the son of someone famous was coming to their school to present them with funding for their science classes. Someone with the last name Stark.

Even though she was curious about how one person could bring about such energy in the air, Carrie was also thankful since it provided her the time she needed to slip into the library and get the books she was hoping to get.

A few days after the incident in the locker room, she had discovered that she was able to lift things with her mind. At first it scared her, wondering how she was able to do it. But after a while she felt excitement every time she moved things with only a thought. It got her wondering what it could be, so she checked out several books about the supernatural and abilities of the mind hoping to find the answers.

It was apparent she possessed something called 'telekinesis', and it pushed her to want to know more while she practiced with it when her mother was unaware. The last thing she needed was for her to find out and believe her to be possessed by the devil.

The bell rang signalling the end of class, everyone gathering their things as they prepared to head to lunch when the loud roar of an engine could be heard down in the parking lot. People scrambled over to the nearest window that provided the best view.

"N-No way! Is that a Lambo Aventador?!" said one of the male students in shock and awe as the sleek and powerful sports car parked in a space close to the building.

"It is!" exclaimed another, "Dude, those are at least $300 grand a piece!"

The driver side door opened and a teen their age stepped out into the warm sunlight. Decked out in a black dress shirt with the arms rolled up, jeans, and a pair of black converse on his feet. Black hair combed back stylishly while a pair of dark-blue tinted sunglasses covered his eyes.

"Th-That's Nathan Stark! He's here!" said Tommy Ross wide eyed. His girlfriend, Sue Snell, in a similar state beside him as they watched Principal Morton and Ms. Desjardin come out to greet the young man. Shaking his hand in greeting before leading him inside.

"He's so hot..." whispered Tina Blake with lust clear in her eyes, the twins Nicki and Lizzy Watson both nodding in unison with similar looks in their eyes as they watched the trio disappear into the building.

Carrie had stayed at her desk, gathering her things before quietly slipping out of the classroom and heading down the hallway without anyone noticing. Hoping to get through the rest of her day peacefully while everyone was distracted with whoever had come to visit their school.

Not knowing that she would end up meeting the new arrival in her own unique way.

X

"This place doesn't look any different than the other schools I've been to in the past week." Nathan thought as he followed the two faculty members down a long hallway and into the principal's office. "But I guess beggars can't be choosers."

"Mr. Stark, I can't tell you how much of an honor it is to have you in our school." said Morton as he sat behind his desk, the kind PE teacher who also met him taking a seat on a low bookshelf beside him. "Many of our students have been anticipating your arrival since we were notified that you were coming."

"I bet." said the young Stark as he sat in one of the chairs on the other side of the man's desk. "And call me Nathan, Mr. Stark was my grandfather. Even my dad dislikes the honorific, says it makes him feel old."

The two teachers shared a laugh, "We'll be sure to keep that in mind." said the principal. "Now, on to the agreed upon events."

Nathan half paid attention as Morton went on about what was going to transpire for the next day and a half. Just like the other schools he had visited, he'd get a tour of the building, meet the students and faculty before giving a small speech at the football field with the student body present.

After that he'd hang around town for about a day before driving to DC and getting flown back to Malibu. Simple.

"It all sounds good." he said causing the principal to stop his minor rambling. "But like you said, a lot of folks out there have been expecting me. I think it's best not to keep them waiting."

"Of course, of course." said Morton standing up and motioning to the door. "The last classes of the day have been cancelled so that you can give your speech to the students before the final bell. Ms. Desjardin will be your guide for the day, I hope you enjoy your time here, Mr...Uh, Nathan."

The Stark heir nodded to him as he stood up as well, shaking his hand gain as he and the older woman exited the office. "Is he always so...jumpy?" he asked the teacher making her smile.

"Sometimes. The man has a lot on his plate lately because of...certain events." her expression turned a bit dark.

"Did something happen?" asked Nathan now curious.

Ms. Desjardin sighed, "Let's just say that, some kids can be very cruel compared to others. Especially to those that are different." she looked at the teen and saw him nod in agreement.

"That I can understand. Being as smart as I am and who my father is, going through high school was murder. Even more so considering I was 13 when I graduated with high honors in my senior year. It's kinda one of the other reasons why I wanted to do this whole funding thing." he explained.

The teacher raised both eyebrows, "You were bullied?"

Nathan shrugged, "Surprised? Being the son of Tony Stark didn't protect me from ridicule or being pushed around. People despise others for such stupid things like intelligence or looks. It's why I became such a strong supporter of anti-bullying and zero-tolerance organizations, no one should be made to suffer like that because they're different."

"I should introduce him to Carrie." Ms. Desjardin thought while a little stunned he was as open with such things and how he was treated when he was younger. "Your very different compared to your father. I've only seen him on the news or doing interviews, but he seems a bit too, eccentric." she said looking for the right words.

"You mean childish." the teen said with a wide grin. "It's just who he is. He may seem like a self-absorbed egomaniac at times, but he's got a good heart and it's always in the right place. Even more so now since he was brought back from Afghanistan.

Removing his sunglasses, Nathan looked at the wall and saw the time, "Well, better not keep the public waiting too long." he said slipping the shades into his shirt pocket and motioning to the door, "Shall we, Ma'am?"

Ms. Desjardin smiled again, "Alright. But if you're going to have me calling you by your name. Call me by mine."

"Very well, Rita. Please lead the way." amended the Stark heir as they left the office. Both coming to a stop when they found every eye in the hallway looking their way with rapt attention and barely contained excitement.

"Here we go again." Nathan thought, mentally rolling his eyes while preparing himself for the inevitable. "Afternoon." he said loud enough for everyone to hear which broke the imaginary dam as the students converged on him.

X

Lunch came and went without incident. Though the cafeteria was a bit emptier than usual since everyone wanted to meet the famous person that came to the school earlier.

Those that were there talked about him non-stop. The guys talking about how cool and laid back he was, while the girls kept mentioning how rich and good looking he was. This in turn caused a couple of boyfriends to become jealous in response.

Sitting in her usual spot away from everyone else, Carrie overheard bits and pieces of the conversations while she read one of the books she picked up. A part of her was interested in the new arrival, given what everyone was talking about. But she didn't want to draw any attention to herself that would paint a bigger target on her back.

Finishing her small lunch, she gathered up her things and dumped her empty tray before leaving the cafeteria. Keeping her head down and gripping the strap of her school bag as she passed a couple groups of people along her way. Approaching her locker with the intention of getting her books for her last two classes of the day.

Seeing her locker up ahead, Carrie moved a little quicker toward it. Only to yelp when her foot caught on something, sending her pitching forward and forcing her to shoot out her hands to catch her before she smashed her face into the tiled floor.

The sound of her bag hitting the floor beside her, its contents spilling everywhere was drowned out by the sound of laughter. "Walk much, freak?!" taunted a male student in a football jacket while his two friends continued laughing.

Carrie ignored the burning sting in her hands from stopping the fall and crawled over to her bag. Trying to put everything back quickly while fighting back tears. "Here, let me help with that." she jumped when a foot connected with her bag sending it slamming against the row of lockers ahead causing the laughter to resonate a little louder. A few other people in the halls snickering at her situation.

"Word on the street is your aunt flow is in town. How's her visit?" asked one of the other jocks cruelly while the girl scrambled after her bag. Keeping her head down as she did so until a foot pushed against her butt knocking her to the floor. "I asked a question, bitch. Or are you too stupid to talk today?"

Her vision blurred, wanting to curl in a ball and pretend to be anywhere but there at that moment. "P-Please...leave me alone..." she whimpered as she tried to get as far away from the boys as she could. No one seeming to notice that the lights overhead started to flicker.

"Why don't you ask God for help? Aren't you and your crazy ass mother sucking his divine rod at home?" snarked the one that had tripped her.

Carrie's back hit the lockers, her knees to her chest as she made herself as small as possible. "Please, anyone...help me." she mentally begged as the other students continued their vibral assault.

"HAY ASSHOLES!"

All sound in the halls came to an abrupt hault and a few gasps echoed. The strawberry-blonde raised her head, blinking tears away only for a soft gasp of her own to escape her lips.

Standing here with shoulders squared and blue eyes as hard as ice, was Nathan Stark. His tense posture vibrated with rightous anger as he surveyed the surroundings before sending a glare so harsh at the jocks that they would have combusted if he had the ability. "What. The Hell. Are you doing?" he asked with a tone sharper than any knife.

X

Nathan had never felt so enraged in his life. After being showed around the school by Rita, the PE teacher ended up having to head off to teach her class which was fine by him as he decided to just walk around on his own.

It had been so long since he was in high school, and seeing the different ones he had visited gave him a bit of nostalgia, good and bad, that he couldn't help but revisit.

He'd turned a corner when he saw what was happening. A bunch of jocks knocking some poor girl to the floor, taunting and berating her as they kicked her things around. None of the other students stepping in, and instead laughed along at her suffering while she looked on the verge of tears.

The young Stark couldn't take this. It needed to stop.

"HAY ASSHOLES!" he shouted out causing all the commontion to come to a screeching hault. Everyone looking at him wide eyed, the jocks looking like they had seen a ghost as he marched toward them radiating anger on a whole new level. "What. The Hell. Are you doing?" he asked slowly and deliberately, fighting the urge to summon his armor and thrash these bastards for their sick little games.

"W-We were just having-" one of the bullies started only to be cut off.

"A little fun?" the Stark heir snarled making him clam up. "Is this how you get your sick kicks? Picking on innocent girls and making them feel lower than dirt? Guess your mommies didn't teach you to respect women."

The ring leader of the group stepped up, "Hay, the little bitch deserves it!"

Nathan spun on him, getting right in his face making him realize real quick that he ran his mouth before thinking. "She deserves it?" he asked slowly. "She DESERVES it?!" he punctuated even louder causing several people to poke their heads out into the halls to see what was happening. "No one deserves to be treated that way! Especially someone who did nothing to you!"

He turned to the surrounding students, "And what of the rest of you?!" he demanded. "No one stepped in to help, instead standing around and laughing at what these idiots were doing! Don't any of you feel guilt or shame?!"

No one met his gaze, finding the floor, walls and ceiling interesting while the irate teen looked back at the bullies. "Why don't you three leave, go back to jerking off to NFL highlghts. And you can guarantee Principal Morton will hear about this. Pretty sure something will be done if I reconsider giving the school the funds promised to them by Stark Industries if the students are this cruel to one of their own."

The jocks' faces paled realizing what they had gotten themselves into and ran off like the devil was after them. Out of fear because he would indeed carry out his threat, and the possibility of retribution in the form of the powerful armor he was capable of using.

Making sure they were out of sight, Nathan turned and strode over to the poor girl they were picking on. Ignoring the eyes that followed him as he knelt down beside her. "You okay?" he asked gently.

The girl hugged her knees, her red-blonde hair curtaining around her face blocking it from view as she nodded slowly. Soft sniffles could be heard meaning that she had been crying.

Concerned, the Stark heir reached out and touched her shoulder. The girl flinched harshly as though he were going to hit her causing him snap the limb back. "I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to make sure they didn't hurt you." he said trying to get through to her.

Judging by the way she was acting, this wasn't the first time something like this has happened. She showed all the signs of a prime target for bullying.

A moment or two passed, then she slowly rose her head and looked up at him. Half of her face masked by her hair, but leaving a lone eye to look up at him.

Nathan was momentarily struck silent for two reasons. The first being how beautiful she was, even with half her heart-shaped face covered he could tell. Her skin was pale, but had a soft glow to it that was accented by her shoulder-length strawberry-blonde hair. The clothes she wore looked a bit old and covered her slim frame completely, but that didn't take anything away from her overall allure.

But it was her soft-green eye that captivated him the most, and no doubt it's covered twin would make the affect even more impacting. The emotions within them were so raw and expressive that he couldn't look away...which led to the second reason he was so stunned.

The main emotions he saw in her gaze was fear. Primal, unyielding and debilitating fear that was only seen in those whose lives were anything but joyous and happy. Something Nathan had seen on the handful of assignments he went on with his dad to war-torn countries that had been ravaged and crippled due to one horrible instance or another.

What happened to this poor girl to have this level of emotional pain?

"W-Why?" she asked so softly Nathan almost didn't hear her. "Why did you help me? No one helps me."

He smiled at her, "Does anyone need a reason to protect a pretty damsel in distress?" he asked, seeing her cheeks tint a soft pink as she averted her gaze. "No one deserves what those assholes were doing to you. It's not in my nature to just stand around and do nothing when someone is hurting or being tortured like that."

Looking around, the Stark heir began picking up the scattered things that fell from her bag and stacked them neatly beside her. The girl didn't speak as she looked at her books and school supplies before slowly replacing them back into her bag, shifting her gaze in his direction a few fleeting times as they both stood up.

"What's your name?" Nathan asked making her shoulders tense. Keeping her eyes to the floor as she brushed her hair behind her ear revealing a bit more of her pretty face. Uncertainty and fear still clear in her eyes as she answered.

"C-Carrietta White."

"Carrietta, that's a pretty name. Very unique." said the other teen smiling causing her to blush even more. "My name's Nathan, Nathan Stark." he continued holding out his hand to shake.

Carrie looked at the offered hand, gripping her bag's strap tightly in thought. She could tell that he wasn't like the others, his words and emotions weren't malicious or fake, but it confused her as to why he was being nice to someone he had just met. Especially to one such as her.

Hesitantly, she reached a shaking hand out and gently wrapped her fingers around his palm. His hand was soft, warm and gentle as it easily wrapped around hers. The contact making her heart flutter a bit for a reason unknown to her.

Banishing the rogue feeling from her mind, she looked at a nearby clock and gasped. "I'm late!" she shot over to her locker, scrambling with the lock and nearly dropping it as she pulled out the books she needed and crammed them into her bag. Her breathe ragged as she tried to calm the spike of anxiety.

Nathan watched the spectical a little unnerved, but calmed himself before approaching Carrie again. "Relax, you're going to be okay." he said standing beside her.

She shook her head, hair whipping from side to side. "I...I can't be late! Momma will be furious if she discovers I missed a class! I gotta-" she stalled when the young Stark's hand laid over hers after she closed her locker.

Turning, she met the blue eyes of the one beside her who only smiled. Her heart fluttering again in her chest being so close the boy as he spoke. "Relax..." he said calmly. "Deep breaths. Everything will be okay, but I need you to trust me for a moment."

Trust. A foreign word that she wasn't familiar with. And the last few times she had 'trusted' someone, it ended up being another cruel joke or prank that made people laugh at her expense. She wanted to pull away, get away from him as fast as she could before she fell into another level of torment...but she couldn't.

There was something, in his eyes, in his voice and even the way he touched her hand. Something that made her feel comforted, safe even. She'd never felt this way before, even with her own mother. Something about him said peace and serenity that eased her troubled thoughts as she took deep, calming breaths.

"There you go." said Nathan with another smile, "Now, you aren't getting in trouble with your teacher. I can promise you that." with that the two of them started walking down the hall together.

Unknown to the two, the hallway had emptied out a long while ago. Many asking why someone like Nathan Stark would even bother with someone like Carrie White. But one person stayed behind and watched the whole thing from beginning to end.

Sue Snell, one of the Ultras, watched from behind a door to an empty class room. Eyes wide as she watched the events that had taken place with shock and awe. She was one of the girls who had teased Carrie in the locker room a week ago, but when she saw what it was doing to the girl she stopped. The guilt and regret settling in and making her realize how horrible she had been to her all these girls.

Their senior year was coming to an end, and after realizing all the harm she had caused she wanted to make amends for all the wrongs she committed before taking the next step in her life. Even though her other friends got on her case about it, Chris Hargensen being the worst of them saying that the 'little freak bitch' wasn't worth being nice to and that she was 'asking for it'.

It made Sue see for the first time what scum she had been hanging around with all this time. Making the guilt and shame even stronger. And as she watched someone, a complete stranger to the girl that was everyone's doormat, simply come out of nowhere and protect her like a knight in shining armor like that when no one else so much as lifted a finger, she knew that she had to do something to make things right.

She watched as the Stark heir led Carrie away, down in the direction to her next class was. The blonde turned and headed in the opposite direction, ideas turning in her head.

X

Arriving at the proper door, Carrie shrunk her head down and made herself look small when she heard the teacher already speaking. Jumping when a hand lightly touched her upper back and looked up to see Nathan with a reassuring look in his eyes.

"Believe me, everything's going to be okay." he said honestly as he knocked on the door.

The teacher stopped speaking and said 'come in' allowing the teen to step inside. All eyes in the class were locked on the two of them as they entered. "Ms. White, glad you could join us." said the teacher not sounding impressed.

"It's my fault, sir." Nathan said getting wild looks from everyone, including Carrie as he made himself known. "She was giving me a tour around the school and we lost track of time. When we realized what time it was I cut the tour short and made sure she got here as quickly as possible."

A stunned silence filled the class, the teacher looked to be lost for words. The Stark heir mentally grinned as he went in for the kill. "I hope that Carrie isn't in trouble for helping me. The last thing I wanted to do was affect her education."

That snapped the teacher back into the present, "N-No! Of course not, Mr. Stark. I just wasn't aware of this, that's all."

Nathan scratched the back of his head sheepishly, "It was a last minute thing. Again I apologise for the confusion and disrupting your class."

"Thank you for telling me the truth. Ms. White, I apologise for being cross, I didn't know you were helping our guest get to know the school." said the man.

Carrie was still shellshocked, unbelieving at what had transpired. The young Stark turned to her and nodded, "Thanks for showing me around, Carrie. I hope to see you at the assembly later with the rest of the school." with that he waved at the other students before leaving the room.

When everything died down, the strawberry-blonde snapped back into focus and scurried to her desk. The teacher cleared his throat and continued where he left off while everyone else did the same.

In the back of the class, Tina Blake had her eyes locked on the back of Carrie's head. Trying to figure out how the little nobody could get the chance to show Nathan Stark around their school when she or her friends could have done so much better.

When the teacher wasn't paying attention, she took out her phone and started texting. "Chris isn't going to believe this."

X

Walking down the hall with his hands in his pockets, Nathan found himself deep in thought about the girl he had helped.

Sure he'd met, rescued and been around a lot of women, but something just felt...different about her. Something that he never saw in another girl, he just couldn't put his finger on it. When he touched her hand, feeling her warm and soft skin, his heart stuttered.

Never before had he gotten a reaction like that when he was around a girl. It was strange, in a good way. And he couldn't help but want to know more about her.

And then there was the look in her innocent eyes. The look of someone who had no one in the world, an outcast treated worse than an animal for some reason that wasn't her fault. It pissed him off that no one seemed to want to help her when she was in dire need, it was sad and enraging at the same time.

"I guess most schools aren't that different after all." he couldn't help but think as he made his way to the football field where everything was being set up in preparation for the speech he was going to give to the students of Ewen high.

All the while his mind dwelling on the beautiful engima that was Carrie White.

A/N: Nathan has arrived and already made one hell of an impression, all while meeting Carrie and leaving one with her as well. And if Starks are known for anything, it's figuring people out and being the hero. But the real question is what will happen as things start to unravel and Nathan sees the full extent of what is going to transpire in the near future.

And can he stop a massacre from ripping Chamberlain apart? Only time will tell. Catch you next time guys!