Disclaimer: I don't own Big Wolf on Campus or any of it's characters nor am I making money from this. Really, I'm broke... Check my wallet, I think there's like six ones in there.

Okay, legal stuff is done now you get to hear me talk for a little bit and then maybe I'll let you hear the story. Like I said in the summery, I have revamped this story, mainly just little details but I made a lot of little changes so I thought it would be easier on me to just repost the story. However, by doing this, I have lost all the lovely reviews I had before. It would be really nice if I could get more! It helps me write more chapters! Okay, I'm done talking. As promised before, here's the story!

For a Friday night, The Factory wasn't very crowded. Perhaps the jock's Spring Break party kept the larger clique out. Merton sat alone at one of the tables. He had tried his shot at the party but he just couldn't seem to fit in with those people. Tommy and Lori were the only reasons he was even anywhere near the party. After five minutes of dirty looks and loud pop music, Merton practically ran out screaming. He did, however keep his composure long enough to quietly dismissed himself from his only two friends. Unwilling to go home at 7 o'clock on the second biggest party night of the school year, he decided to stop by The Factory to see if any others had skipped the big bash. To his dismay, the only people who were there was the chess clubbers and the math geeks, both cliques he would have been accepted in if it hadn't been for his own uniqueness.

So, alone Merton sat at a table sipping on a very brightly decorated drink. He sighed and looked at his watch which read '7:24' in digital numbers. He looked across the few people in the large room then at the door. He wasn't going to just sit there alone with all these geeks. That was it; he moved to the door and shoved it with an angry force. Against his expectation, the door didn't swing open as he intended. Instead, there was a loud thump and a moan from the other side of the swinging door. He frustration melted away and was replaced with a mix of guilt and fear of who stood on the other side. He slowly pulled the door open, almost wincing as he peered around the edge. His tensed body loosened when he saw a girl dressed in a long white gown and her hand held over her face.

"Oh, wow. I'm, I'm sorry! Are you okay?" Said Merton as he stepped closer to the girl. She closed her eyes tight and slowly moved her hand. Several drops of blood slid down her face and blossomed on the bust of the dress. "You're bleeding!" he exclaimed.

"Whatever gave you that idea," She said with just a hint of sarcasm. "Would you mind getting me a tissue or something?"

"Of course." said Merton, nervously. "Come inside and sit down. I'll get you a napkin." He ushered her to the table he had been sitting at and ran off. The girl held her head back and covered her nose as she waited. "Um, h-here you go." He said in a rushed tone as he handed her several napkins. "Are you okay?"

She sighed and covered her nose with a napkin and it's whiteness began to vanish and was replaced by growing bright redness.

"I think I'll live. Are you going to drink that water?" She motioned to the glass in Merton's hand. He stuttered in an effort to tell her it was meant for her. After several failed attempts at an understandable sentence, he surrendered the struggle and handed it to her with his head lowered. She fished a piece of ice out and held it against the red blossoms on her dress. "So, is this how you always greet a new girl?"

"Yeah--I mean, no," he smiled and blushed. "I'm sorry. I didn't-"

"It's okay," she interrupted. "I'm Lace." She dropped the ice and held out a milk-white hand. Merton looked at her for a second then took her chilled hand. "And you are…?"

"Oh, right. Merton J. Dingle."

Lace smiled and removed the napkin from her face. For the first time Merton notice elaborate white makeup that danced around her emerald eyes. Her eyelashes were snow-covered icicles and her lips were a frosted blue. She looked like a snow queen in all her whiteness, glittered cheeks and ice makeup.

"Are there always this many people in here?" she asked as she tucked a strand of her long, white hair behind her ear.

"There's usually a lot more but everyone's at the Spring Break party tonight."

"So, why aren't you there?" Merton shrugged as his face flushed pink. "I wouldn't be caught dead there either. Well, I mean, even if I wasn't 'the new girl.'" she said with finger quotes. "I came here to maybe meet someone and just get out of the house. We've been unpacking for the last day and a half."

"So-so, you're new in town?" He stuttered.

Lace laughed. "Yes, hints my 'new girl' air quotes."

"Oh, right. So where did you move from?"

"A small town way out in the middle of nowhere Nevada."

"So did you leave a lot of friends behind, a-a boyfriend, maybe?"

Lace smiled. "No, I don't have a boyfriend, if that's what you were trying to slyly imply." Merton blushed. "I did leave a few really good friends behind… but I think I'm doing well about making new friends here."

"Really? Who have you met?" She looked at him strangely. "Oh, you mean me?" Lace grinned and nodded as their conversation continued. Merton was a little shy for the first few minutes of conversation but soon warmed to Lace. There was a comforting aura about her. Maybe it was the fact that he assured himself she was out of his league and had no shot at her at all. Over two hours later, Lace and Merton were laughing and talking like old friends. It wasn't until nearly 10 o'clock, they had realized the time.

"I really should get going," said Lace. "I'm really glad you slammed a door in my face." Merton blushed again and flashed a small smile. Lace began to stand without noticing the chess clubber behind her with several drinks in his clumsy hands. As her chair moved back, the boy stumbled over it and spilled every drink in his hand. Lace sat with her now multicolored white dress clinging to her body. The boy's apology consisted of stutters followed by mesmerized gazes upon her underclothes that were now visible. Merton stood, after several glances of his own, and wrapped his jacket around her.

"Here, let's go." He put his arm around the soaked girl and walked her out to the hearse. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah. Just a little wetness. That guy was a jerk though. For such a big nerd, I would expect better."

"It's not really his fault though. He's never seen a girl in his life besides his mother." Lace laughed as Merton did a happy dance in his head because he had made a witty comment. "Do you need a ride home?"

"I would really like that. It's about two streets from here and the house is… blue, I think. No, it's a gray-white."

"Do you know the name of the street?"

"No, but I have a great memory. Just drive that way," she pointed to her left then corrected herself and pointed right, "and I'll tell you where to go from there." Merton sighed and followed her instructions. He had a strong feeling that she was lost after the first twenty minutes of driving but she insisted they were close.

"Stop!" she screamed, causing Merton to lock the breaks. "See right there?" Lace pointed out the window at someone's yard. "I stopped there to pet a dog. We're close."

"That's where Lori lives and she doesn't have a dog."

Lace sighed. "See, right there?" She pointed to a yard on the other side of the street. "I stopped to pet a dog right there. We're so close. Go that way." Merton sighed. It only took another ten minutes to before they did reach the house. It was a dull yellow house with, dark blue shutters. Merton stopped the hearse in front of the house.

"Thank you for the ride home. It would have taken me until morning to find it on my own."

"No problem. You might want to remember the address from now on though."

Lace smiled and reddened her cheeks. "I might not. I liked spending more time with you. I really like you, Merton." She pulled him closer to her and kissed him lightly. "Thanks for the ride." With that said, she got out of the car and began to walk up the steps.

"Wait, can I see you again?" Merton's voice began to squeak.

"I'll think about it." She smiled and stepped inside.