A/N. So this is my very first Hart of Dixie fanfics and I'm still getting the used to writing the characters, so please cut me some slack. I hope I did the characters justice. Anyway, this takes place after Bullets and Bachelorettes. Enjoy.

Note: I do not own Hart of Dixie or its characters.

Shallow, Selfish, and Snobbish

Part I

Shallow, selfish, and snobbish.

That's what Wade Kinsella had called Zoe Hart.

Zoe sighed and studied herself in the mirror. Her brown hair was a mess, sticking out in all directions since she hadn't even ran a brush through it yet, and her eyes were red and puffy from crying all night about everything from Wade to George.

Angrily, she ran her fingers through her hair, regretting it almost instantly as her fingers snagged on every tangle it could find. "Am I shallow and snobbish?" she asked herself. Was Wade right about her?

Sure, she had a thing for George and Jesse too for a little while, and yes, she did go out with Judson, but that didn't mean anything! Besides, he was the one who turned her down after that sweetie pie dance, claiming it was all for a bet. The worst part was that if Wade, probably one of her only friends in Bluebell, thought that about her, then the other people's opinions couldn't be much better.

Maybe that's how the whole town saw her, some stuck-up twit from New York City who throws hissy fits when things don't go her way. Thinking about it made her feel even worse.

She grabbed a hair tie and put her hair up in a messy bun, not really caring what she looked like at this point. Zoe took one last glance at the mirror before heading out to Lavon's for breakfast.

She had just stepped out her door when she stopped herself, did she really want to go? Wade would probably be there and he wasn't exactly someone she wanted to see right now. Zoe clenched her fists and went back inside. She'd just pick up something on her way to work.

"Doc's not gonna show up for breakfast again?" Wade asked, taking another bite from his apple.

Lavon glanced up at him from his cereal, "Probably didn't wanna deal with you."

"C'mon, Lavon, it's been a week. Surely she's over it by now," Wade said.

Lavon raised an eyebrow, "I wouldn't be too sure if I were you, after all you said some pretty mean things out there."

"Not like I didn't say nothin' that wasn't true," Wade muttered, and threw out his apple.

Lavon put his bowl down angrily and pointed at Wade, "Now you listen here, Wade. Zoe Hart has done nothin' wrong, got that? Nothin'. It's you who's been acting like a child, maybe if you'd actually told her you liked her 'stead of pulling her pigtails you'd actually get somewhere with her. You can't go blamin' her for not being a mind reader."

"It ain't like it matters whether I tell her anything. I ain't got no fancy job or nothin', she'd just laugh at me and then turn me down. Girls like her don't end up with guys like me, 'least that's what I keep hearing," Wade argued.

"Well maybe you should let Zoe make that choice, you dunno what she's gonna do, so don't go deciding for her. I told you before, you're the only thing keepin' you two from being together and this name callin' you're doing ain't helping your cause," Lavon told him, more gently this time.

"Maybe you're right," Wade said reluctantly.

"Course' I'm right, I'm Lavon Hayes. You know what else? Lavon Hayes thinks you should talk to her."

"That's getting old, Lavon," he told him, as he headed for the door.

"Lavon don't think so!"

Zoe walked up to her front door, dragging her feet the whole way. It'd been a tiring day and she was glad to be home.

She couldn't wait until she could soak in her tub filled with nice warm water so she could relax and unwind, maybe even a glass of champagne while she read a book by a candle light.

Pausing, she glanced at Wade's place, checking if he was home or not. The lights were off and she couldn't hear the sound of that annoying guitar of his. Probably still at the Rammer Jammer, she thought, not that I'm complaining.

She'd been avoiding Wade for the past week. She just didn't know how to deal with him, not entirely sure she wanted to either. Even though a week had passed, the words still stung as if he'd just said them. Zoe still couldn't believe he thought that about her.

Her hand gripped the door knob and pushed the door open. She almost dropped her bag when she saw the last person she wanted to see sitting on her chair waiting for her.

"Hey, Doc."

A/N. Please review on whether I should continue it or not, it'd probably only be a two-shot or three-shot though.

-Indy