There's the guy who just goes with whatever life brings. Floats along from place to place. To him, everyone's nice. He's nice to everyone. He's shy. He's quiet. He's simple. He thinks in black and white. But he's so cute. He's like the ultimate innocence factor. 

And then there's the guy who's so perfect. You want to be jealous of him and hate him for his perfection, but he's so nice you feel guilty. He listens to whatever you rant about. He's everyone's best friend. He's so nice it hurts. It's a love-hate relationship. 

Then there's the guy who thinks he's cool. He styles his hair and acts like he owns the world. He's the typical jock type – plays the drums and electric guitar, great at sports, and everyone thinks he's so hot. He is. And he knows it. He's just so annoyingly attractive. 

Not forgetting the guy who is slightly different from the other guys. He's sensitive and emotional. He can't stand sports. Art is life to him. But he's not a freak, not a nerd. Just more in touch with his emotions than most other guys. 

Of course there's the queen bee. She's popular and glamorous and confident. She teases the guys and gossips with the girls. She's never shy. She's sarcastic; but that makes her fun to talk to. She dresses amazingly. She's gorgeous. The only problem? Jealousy. 

Then there's the boy-crazy one. Flirting incessantly, mostly unsuccessfully. Desperate. Texting them all day; writing their names everywhere. She pretends she knows all about them, and acts like she's their best friend. Wait, make that girlfriend. 

And the mysterious, slightly absent-minded one. Not so in touch with the girls, completely oblivious to the guys. She's the emo-song-and-poem-writing type. Not that her clothes show it. She dresses normally, but hardly talks to people. She's intriguing. 

Last of all, the girl-next-door. She's thoughtful and kind and considerate and polite. She's never rude, never insulting, never teasing. She's not awfully pretty; she's just sweet. Demure; gentle. Every finishing school's dream student. Everyone loves her. Or do they? 

But obviously everything's not what it seems. There's jealousy and betrayal and oh, my gosh, girlfights. 

Buckle up then, because the higher you are, the harder you fall.