Jack Blair was not happy. No, not happy in the slightest. He was angry, so angry that he could beat a bull to a bloody pulp.

"You're mad?" asked his father from his driver's seat. His response was a fierce glare and it took all his strength not to grimace at the frown on his son's rather handsome face. He sighed. "Try not to get in trouble."

"Fine," he said through his teeth and exited the car.

"Jack!" called his father before his father could disappear in the crowd. "Look, I know you're angry, but dwelling on it won't change their decision."

Jack only nodded. "Can I go now?"

"Yes, good luck," his father told him and the teen turned on his heels not bothering to look behind to see if his father had left.

The man watched as his child entered Ewen high school, looking with concern before driving away. Jack ran a hand through his short brown hair in an attempt to calm himself. He asked a student for the bathroom and he was nice enough to point it. As he was making towards the restroom he was stunned by what was written on several lockers. 'CARRIE WHITE EATS SHIT!'

"Look, it's Carrie White!" said a girl loud enough for him to hear.

"Yeah, what a freak!" came the reply.

Jack turned to see who this 'freak' was and was surprised to see a lovely blond girl with blue eyes, dressed very modestly with a sliver cross hanging from her neck, her gaze was down and from her body language the boy could tell she was afraid to meet anyone's eyes. He threw a disgusted look at the group of people before resuming his course. Up until now he studied in a private high school were such things could result in expulsion. One could write this kind of messages only on beaches and the staff will go a great length of finding the culprit and bring him to justice. Entering the boy's bathroom, he looked in the mirror and traced the bandage that covered his right ear and checked the one on his right eye that left the left brown eye without his twin. Then he inspected the clothes he was wearing to see if he made a wrong choice (not like he could do anything about it now). He wore a black T-shirt with the Nirvana logo, a silver cross made of human skulls hand around his neck, two braces that were also made of human skulls decorated his wrist: a black one on his left wrist and a white one on his right, and gray jeans. Feeling satisfied with his choices he proceeded towards the principal office. The principal was a kind man and expressed concern in Jack's condition and had insisted he went straight home after he ate lunch at the cantina, saying that his first day would be tomorrow. After he gave the boy his schedule he asked a student to escort him to the cantina. Now alone, the student abandoned him the second he entered the door, with a tray he looked for a relatively empty table and he saw the shy girl from before staying alone at a table. While he was approaching her, he was intercepted by a bunch a girls who smiled sweetly at him, but it only made him disgusted, nevertheless he didn't let it show it.

"Hello there!" purred one of them. "You are new here, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am."

"Figures. Why else would you be heading to the freak's table? You obviously don't know who she is," said another one

"But don't worry, we're here to stop you from social suicide Just stay away from here."

Jack smiled at them and after thanked them, he side-stepped them and continued towards Carrie's table, leaving the girls dumbstruck.

"Excuse me," he said and was met with big blue eyes that reminded him of a scared bunny. "Can I sit here? All the others are full."

He waited for her reply while being studied by her gaze.

When he was about to leave her and find another table a voice of a jock yelled: "Hey, freak! Because of you my girlfriend did suicides today at PE!"

"I-I'm sorry, I-"

"SHUT IT! I'm not interested in your apology, but you know what would make me feel better? Money, so hand them over, or else!"

"Wow," said Jack suddenly surprising Carrie and the jock. "I haven't seen such thing since middle school. You, sir, are a perfect example of human devolution."

The huge jock glared hard at the average height boy. "Who the fuck do you think you are talking to? Have you lost your fucking mind?"

"Dogshit," Jack said casually. "A huge pile of dogshit."

The jock charged, but the young man was able to push him away and landed a punch to the face that knocked him down. The brown haired teen held his right fist, cursing softly. 'My hand hasn't fully healed.' The jock got up quickly and pinned Jack down and started punching him. The young man was powerless against the brute. His right hand was injured and the other was held by the larger teen on top of him who kept hitting him. A crowd gathered around them, people were filming and shouting, but Jack could barely see or hear because the blows to the head left him disoriented. 'Where is a teacher when you need one?' Another punch left him even more disoriented and splinted his lip. Out of nowhere a metal tray came on the jock's head, making his grasp on the average-built teen loose and stunned him. That was all Jack needed and with a strength he didn't know he possessed he punched the larger teen with his left fist in the face, breaking his nose. The huge jock was howling in pain while holding his sensory organ and Jack took advantage of the opportunity and grabbed the blond girl and sprinted out of the school and stopped in a nearby park to catch their breath.

"You're okay?" he asked breathing heavily.

"Yes."

He nodded. "I'm Jack by the way."

"Carrie."

"I would shake your hand, but mine is broken."

Carrie gasped as he looked at him more carefully. His lower lip was split and bleeding, staining his shirt. "You need to get to a hospital."

"What about you?"

"What about me?" she asked confused

"Shouldn't you call your mother and tell her what happened?"

Carrie looked away and blushed in embarrassment. "I don't have a cell phone."

Jack thought that was a bit odd for a teenager not to have a cell phone, but he quickly dismiss it thinking she lost it and her parents hadn't bought her as a way to punish her. "Here," he said pulling out his phone. "You can use mine."

The girl just stared dumbly at Jack's touchscreen phone. "Um, I don't know how to use a phone, I never had one," she admitted, blushing once more.

Jack just stared at her. 'She never had a phone in her life, is that what is she telling me?' "Um, does your mom has a cell phone?" he asked hopefully and when she shook her head he let out a sign. "Okay, let's find a taxi and get you home," he said and began walking. When he noticed that Carrie hadn't moved he asked: "What's wrong?"

"Shouldn't you get to a hospital?" she almost whispered, while avoiding his gaze.

"You're right, but I don't know where to go."

"I do!" she said and quickly rose her head to look at him. "I'll show you."

As Jack followed he couldn't help but think: 'What a strange girl, but she's nice.'

Hello, everyone! I've finally came back from my long break and I'm starting a new story. The inspiration came after watching Carrie 2013 and after reading a crossover between Carrie and Spider-Man. I know it's not the newest concept, but I can assure you it's quite different from the others. You'll see if you stick with it. Leave a comment or an idea in the review box, if you please.