Ah. The dance was this weekend. THIS WEEKEND. All four Fashion Club girls were in awe as they stared at the various dresses inside Cashmans, trying to figure out what would look better on who and who should try on what first. "Tiffany dear..." Sandi pulled out a deep purple dress, "I think this one would really bring out those new sandals you bought last weekend, that is, if we do decide to go with deep blues and purples this dance."

Stacy nodded as she looked through a rack of various dresses, "Weren't we going with reds and browns and stuff? You know, fall colours?" She turned to the fashion club president, "Although I totally respect your decision to change our outfit colours to blues and purples."

While Tiffany looked at the dress Sandi pulled out for her, Quinn responded to Stacy, "Well, she did have a good point about fall colours being DEAD colours... I do think we'll spring some life to the dance in blues and stuff... besides, you look really cute in blue, Stacy." Quinn smiled to Stacy, "It brings out your eyes."

"Thanks Quinn!" Stacy smiled, fishing through the dresses for something more blue.

Sandi scowled. She was planning to wear blue too. "Stacy. I'm planning to wear blue to this dance. Remember?" Stepping closer to Stacy she put up a more intimidating look, feeling a rush of power surge through her veins, "Unless you think you could wear it better than me."

Stacy flinched, "No, no, no, that's now what I meant at all Sandi. I mean um, well..." Stacy put the blue dress back, "I'm going to choose a different blue than that dress you have at home. They'll look really well together, I promise."

Sandi continued to stand her ground about the dress [authors note: what the fuck am i writing? I feel as if my IQ is dropping...], "If that's the case." She clenched her fist, the power surge beginning to feel more like an adrenaline rush through her brain, "We will let Tiffany decide /that/."

Tiffany stared at Sandi as the club president held more of a scowl than anything else, "Why don't... we all wear blue...?" It was an easy answer to a difficult question but it might not have been the right answer.

"Why don't we all just go naked to the dance then, Tiffany?" Sandi glared back at Tiffany, "Then we wouldn't have to worry at all about our clothes."

Tiffany looked at Stacy and Quinn before glancing back at Sandi and shuddering, "Sandi... ew..." With that she took the deep purple dress with her towards he changing room.

Quinn looked at Sandi with utmost concern, "I think you both look good in blue..." Trying to make peace, the red-head smiled, "It's our Senior Fall Dance! There's only going to be like 5 more dances left for us in High School... let's try to make the best of it, okay?"

Stacy stared in pure shock as she watched Sandi get this upset over a dress, "I'll... just not wear blue Sandi, it's not that big of a deal..." The pig-tailed girl seemed nearly terrified at Sandi's expressions, "I mean, if that's okay with you."

"Wear whatever you want." Sandi's anger was gone, like that, she didn't feel like arguing anymore. A new feeling came over her - a feeling of despair and anguish, "Just check with Tiffany, Quinn, and I before the dance so it matches with our outfits correctly. We can't have a fashion failure our Senior Year of High School."

Tonight was the night for the big dance. It was all over the school that day and the Fashion Club, as well as the rest of the Senior Class was more than thrilled about it [except Joey, Jeffy, and Jamie, all of which didn't get to go of their girl of choice].

Sandi was pleased that she was able to go with one of the cutest guys in her class - Scotty. Not only had he just gotten a new car but he had also just gotten this amazing haircut that really brought out his smile. He looked like a model or some sort of dreamy guy who should be a model. Ahh - It didn't matter. Sandi got the oppurtunity to go with him and that's all that mattered to her... that and he was rich.

Preparing for a shower and her new, unfortunate, daily leg waxing, Sandi headed for the bathroom to get ready for the big dance. [i]If I'm not mistaken, he drives a red car... Perfect...[/i] She thought as she jumped into the shower and turned it on.

Leaning back she let the water pound on her shoulders while she prepared herself for the evening. It'd been a month since the animal attack and things had finally begun to feel normal. Minus the fact she had to start waxing her legs everyday and use an industrial strength steel file for her nails... things were normal. "Stacy's dress better not clash with mine." She started to wash her hair, "If it does I will seriously rethink applying for that college she was going to."

Bright lights and loud music echoed outside the Fashion Club's pre-dance meeting. Sandi, Quinn, Tiffany, and Stacy stood all in a circle waiting impatiently for their dates. Their dresses, although having all gone well together - clashed just enough to agitate Sandi's keen eye for detail... and the weakest link was Stacy, of course. [actually it was Sandi's sad excuse for overly polished nickel-jewelry but she couldn't place the blame on herself, now could she?] "Stacy, how could you wear the same colour BLUE as me? That is so wrong!" Sandi scowled, clenching her fist, "I mean, really, there are THOUSANDS of shades of blue and you just had to pick that one?"

"I'm so sorry Sandi, I didn't mean to... I mean... it just..." She didn't know what to say. Tiffany AND Quinn had said this dress was the best one on her, "I'm sorry I'll just."

"You'll just?" A male voice came up behind Stacy and hugged her softly, "Someone looks quite ravashing tonight..."

Sandi, who was just about to comment, rolled her eyes - hating to be interupted. [i]Ravashing? Who talks like that?[/i]

Stacy looked, it was her date! Her date was here to sweep her off her feet... and take here away from that BITCH Sandi, "Peter!" Stacy smiled, "I really like your suit!"

Taking Stacy's hand, Peter seemed to sweep Stacy away from the disaster, angering Sandi even more, the surge of power over whelming her again. This time even more than it had been the time before. For a moment she felt her mind slip away with blind rage - something overly unusal to even her. Sandi looked at Quinn and Tiffany, "Then it's just the three of us for this meeting."

"Sandi, I think you've been really mean to Stacy lately..." Quinn interjected, trying to place peacekeeper, "More than usual..." The redhead looked at her feet then at Tiffany, "You agree, right?"

"Yeahh..." Tiffany continued, "Stacy is your friend..."

"Thanks Tiffany." Quinn sarcastically replied to Tiffany's statement of the hopefully obvious, "We've had some rough patches in..."

Sandi rolled her eyes and glared and Quinn, "Quinn - Stacy knew I was wearing blue and she still followed up with wearing the same colour dress as me! I told her that would not be acceptable!" With that Sandi stammered off to find her date for the evening and leave Quinn and Tiffany alone.

Sandi trounced her way angrily towards the school gymnasium to find Scotty. Not only was she at the edge of a blind rage about a dress [a.n. omfg] but she was starting to feel even more agitated at Stacy for miscallenous other things the girl did way before this situation. It wasn't so much that Sandi hated Stacy, no... she actually felt like she needed Stacy in her life to keep her going [sorta like a punching bag or scapegoat] it was a weird relationship but somehow Stacy stuck around and Sandi wanted things to stay like that. Still though - why'd she have to wear the same BLUE as her?

"Sandi!" A familiar voice called out as it caught up with her - It was Scotty, the boy who was to escort her the rest of the evening. He stood tall, about four inches [10cm] taller than Sandi, his goregeous blonde fringe swept off to one side and his muscular tone hidden deeply under a tuxedo, "You look great!" He hugged the girl and stepped back.

That was a bit friendly... like really friendly. She'd heard rumours that Scotty was one of those overly friendly types but didn't think anything of it at first, "Er..." Sandi paused and looked around, then back at him, "Thanks." The hug had taken her out of her anger burst for the time. "So, should we head to the dance or whatever?"

Scotty smiled sweetly and glanced over at the gymnasium, "Why go there?" He commented, "Sandi... you're one of the most beautiful girls at Lawndale... I've been wanting to ask you out since Freshman year." He took her hand, "So why should we spend a night like this at a dance when we could watch the moon rise over Lover's Lane and afterwards I'll treat you to a real dinner..."

She glanced into his eyes, a feeling of pure compassion falling over her, as if he had a compelling stare of pure bliss and romantic loveness. Sandi hadn't wanted to admit it either but she had liked him as well... well... ever since he got that nice new haircut and nicer newer car. "Okay..." She looked away for a minute, "Besides - It's not like I could be seen around here with Stacy wearing the same colour dress as me."

The car ride to Lover's Lane was a smooth one filled with little to no bumps on Scotty's car's nice tires. The fading sunlight swept slowly into darkness as the car pulled up to it's final destination. Carefully applying the parking break, Scotty turned off the car and turned to Sandi, "It's a shame I've only just gotten to know you... and now we're going off to college in less than a year..." He looked out past the quarry and out at the sunset, "I know this is our first date and I know you don't go steady with guys that easily but..."

Sandi didn't get it. "But?" She glanced over at him, feeling a soft connection to his sensual being. Something seemed loving, peaceful about him.. but, "What do you mean steady? Like dating guys for more than three times?"

Scotty laughed and turned to Sandi, "Smart cookie... Out of all the girls at the school, you've always been the one of my choice..."

"How come I've never noticed you since like... the end of last year, then?" Her mind began to fog a bit but she was able to pull it back, "Did you just transfer last year or something?"

"Because I used to be fat..." He looked away, "I used to be ugly... kinda." Laughing, Scotty turned to Sandi again, "But when I saw you, and learned the kinda guy you liked... I made it my life goal to someday become one of the lucky few to date you..."

Sandi blinked. Touching story, really. "You used to be fat?" She raised an eyebrow, "Ewwww... I mean..." She began to continue talking but felt a cracking on her mouth. "I mean... That's a huge..."

"That's a huge what, Sandi?" Scotty looked out the window again, the sun nearly gone from the sky as the moon began to take presidence over the sky, "It took a lot of work but it was for you..."

Sandi spit some porcelin coloured bits from her mouth, "Uh huh..." She stopped paying attention for a bit while she stared at what /was/ dental fillings and bonding, probably other bits of cosmetic dentistry. Sandi turned to Scotty, "That's like, really ro-."

"Is everything okay?" Scotty leaned in and grabbed Sandi, "Are you okay? You didn't just spit up blood or something did you?" He hadn't seen the fillings and miscallenous junk she spit out, "Do you need some water? I have some in my trunk." He began to rush out of the car towards the trunk to get a bottle or two of water, worried the girl of his dreams had become sick or something.

Sitting up, Sandi laid back in the chair, looking at the porcelin fillings in her hand. "Ugh, whatever." She mumbled under her breath feeling something sharp catch her tongue. "That did not damage my..." She pulled down the passenger side mirror and looked in it for a moment, at her not elongating teeth. "Err..."

Scotty was still in the back getting water, "It's back here somewhere, I know it."

He couldn't see her like this but if she left things would just get bad. It'd be hard but if she kept her mouth shu- Pain began to ravange through her body like something she had never felt before. It was uncanny, near unbelvieble. She checked in the mirror to see what was happening again but the shock of her neatly manicured nails now becoming something more seemed even worse... not to mention the pain. IT WAS AGAONIZING.

Scotty had his water and began to head back to the front of the car, humming softly to himself 'Teenage Dirtbag' by Wheatus. A song that made him feel proud of himself for getting the girl of his dreams. She was his Noel, that was for sure... "Alright, I got a f-"

Sandi was doubled over in pain now, both from the disgusting look of her now claw-like nails and the fact she was well... transforming into a werewolf. [She was probably more upset over the nails though]. Hair began to grow from her body, more than A CONFEDERATE SOILDER. The seams of that blue dress she felt like murdering Stacy over began to tear as well as she became an even bigger bitch than she ever was before. [a.n. A FEMALE DOG IS CALLED A BITCH - STATING THE OBVIOUS KICKS ASS]

Scotty stared in disbelief at what was happening to his dream girl but his first instinct was the dumbest, "Oh my gosh, Sandi." He ran up next to her and hugged her, "Are you okay?" Trying to comfort the poor girl he forgot to take into consideration that she was a damned werewolf... not that he thought that was possible or anything.