Alright so this is my newest fanfic. I dont own any of the OC blah blah blah. Got it? Dont sue me? Good.

Chapter One.

Summer sat in detention tapping three manicured nails on the desk. Her purse was in her lap and she was staring into space.

"MS.ROBERTS!" The teacher yelled, scaring Summer out of her own world. She kept taping her nails and asked sweetly, "Yes, Mr. Dommerson?"

"Would you PLEASE stop that, Ms. Roberts?"

"Stop what, Mr.Dommerson?" She knew perfectly well what he wanted her to stop doing. It was just so much fun seeing his viens pop out of his temples in that wierd rithem.

"Stop tapping your nails, Summer Roberts. Now."

Summer tapped them one more time and stopped. She stared at him, and then started blowing bubbles with her gum. She snapped them in her mouth and blew some more. They popped again. She turned to look at the students next to her. There was some kid she didn't know, must be a loser. Mike from the football team - she winked at him and kept looking. There was Marsha Daniels. She was like, half a goth half a punk. Same thing. Marsha saw Summer looking at her and started to immitate her chewing her gum. It started to freak Summer out, so she spit out her gum, and moved on. Before summer got the chance to examine the next person, the bell rang and they were free to go.

Summer grabbed her purse and examined her hand. Her nails were chipped and they manicure was wearing down. She took her cellphone out of her new prada bag and dialed Marissas cell.

"Hello?" Marissa Cooper answered.

"Coop? I need to get a manicure. And I wanna shop.. you in?"

"Sorry babe, Lukes over and uhh we're.. busy.." Marissa giggled.

"Alright Coop I dont wanna hear you two do it, bye."

Summer flipped her cellphone shut and go into her new birthday present. A pink mercedes benz. She drove down to Hang Qui's Nails and got a french-tip manicure.

Summer shut her bedroom door behind her, with a high-heeled foot. She had about 4 bags in each hand, and she placed them on her bed. She took one bag, and took 3 pairs of earings out. One pair was a pink chandelair and the other two were funky retro looks. She put them out on her nightstand and went to the next bag. She did that until everything was placed just so in the closet. Her french tipped nail already had a chip in it. It wasn't perfect. Everything had to be perfect. Summer got out her nail-file and white nail-polish, and started working away at her middle finger until she was sure it was perfect.

Summer woke up and got in the shower. She took about 10 minutes and wrapped her hair in a towel. She picked out her outfit for the day: A black ruffled mini and a silky silver tank top. It had lacey straps and and lace under her chest and a black stripe around the stomach. She put on the skirt and took her hair out of the towel and straightened it with an iron, then she put soft curls in it. Then she put on the top and did her makeup. She put in her chandelair earings, and grabbed her silver gucci purse. She put two lip-glosses in it, a cell phone, and a pen and paper pad in it. She looked perfect.

Summer walked into school with Marissa, Holly and Elizabeth in tow. Guys and girl stared in awe at how beautiful Summer looked.She looked perfect. The perfect body, the perfect hair and makeup, the perfect friends. Everyone thought so, except one person. Seth Cohen.

Okay so that was a wierd start, but it'll get better.

R&R