*Just a quckie. Umm My second story third chapter. I say I kinda like this story better than my other one, btw the whole story takes point in Gwens pov. Soo yeah enojoy:]

Lets start about Fourteen Karat because even thinking about that phony,scheming soc makes me want to there were anyway to leave her out of this story,you'd better believe I'd take it. Seriously,I'd pay to take it. Maybe it's true that we dont always pick our friends,but we never pick our just kind of find us somehow.

Fourteen Karat Carter found me in the lunch line the fall of freshman year.

"Geez la-weez!"She announced from behind me,in the loudest voice possible."They ought to make people get a license before they sell them Sun-In."

My hair was still long then,and the sad truth is I had gotten carried away with Sun-in over the with truly red hair should be automatically forgiven for anything they do with it anyway,by the roots I had going by October were seriously strawberry blond I'd been trying had come out a brassy orange,and my new growth looked almost brown in comparison. My mom wouldnt take me to the salon to have it fixed because she'd told me not to mess with my natural dark brown hair anyway,and being a lawyer and all,shes big on crime and punishment.

Fourteen-Karat Carter said,"You take carrottop a whole new place."

Then she tossed her prefect brown mane,rolled her brown eyes and cut right in front of me,her short preppy skirt twitching across her prefect behind. I just stood there with my mouth hanging open,completely without a comeback.I didnt even who she was yet,but that was the moment I knew I hated her and that I'd hate her the rest of my life.

"Who is that.?"I whispered to Briddgette."And how can we kill her with no one finding out?"

"Heather Carter,"Briddgette whispered back."She's in my Spanish One class,and so far all the guys have learned to say is Si senorite and muy caliente."

"Your telling me someone would miss her then."

"Afaid so."

I just stood there,grinding a clog into that rock hard cafeteria linoleum and staring daggers at the back of Miss Perfects Izod shirt. Then she had walked too far off to hear us,but she cast one last condescending look my way,tossing her hair as if the guy behind the register were fliming a shampoo commerical.

"Heather!"I spat."What kind of name is that anyway?"

Briddgette shrugged."You have to addmit it kinda fits her."

Which being true,irked me even more.

"More like fourteen Karat Carter."I grumbled."At least thats what she thinks."

"Oh,she thinks shes all of fourteen and more,"Briddgette agreed laughing."Just ingonre the girl,shes a soc."

Which was practially a compliment compared to the things we call her now. Fourteen karat carter is the most obnoxios,scheming uberwitch in the history of Hilltop High School. If my dad werent currently hogging all my free time,I'd send the girls picture to Websters,in case they need an illustration for psychopath in their next edition.

Maybe you dont have socs at your school-which is to say you probably do but you might call them something else. Snobs,preps,enormous pains in the butt...a soc is all those things and more. The word is short for social,as in socially elite and not afaid to let you know it. As in dimond dripping debutante and furture, in cross her path and she'll ruin your social life for the next four years. Are you with me now? You do have socs,right?

Anyway thats the story of Fourteen-Karat Carter,and all the good and legitimate reasons I hate her. Or actually I've barely stratched the surface,but you get the idea.