New York: supposedly the city that never sleeps, and you haven’t gotten a wink since you came here either. You’re nervous from the anticipation of the new school you’ll be attending in approximately 5 minutes, and the end of summer New York heat and humidity are hitting you like a stack of bricks as you’re braving the steps of the classically elegant building. The Briar School, your parents told you, was its name, and, from what you’ve heard, it’s not only the most prestigious and pricey private school in New York, but it was also filled with New York’s five celebrity teenagers—a group that every single eye in New York was on.

Not only were they obscenely rich but they were ethereally beautiful, so cool that they were too untouchable for this world. They were destined for greatness, and every event, scandal or achievement—basically anything that mattered in the world of the elite—was somehow connected to at least one of them. They were the ringleaders who had the entire New York circus in the palms of their hands: when they did something, people did it, people went where they went, wore what they wore, bought what they bought: they were teenage idols from the most influential families in New York. These three girls and two boys were celebrities in the universe of the rich.

Walking into English first period on the first day of the school year you were expecting to be ignored, unnoticed. But that wasn’t the case. In fact, a girl (who must’ve been one of the five based on the sheer amount of people crowding her and doing her bidding) made eyes with you, and with a flick of her wrist, the seat next to her was open. No wonder—everything about her was elegance and grace, from her high end tasteful outfit to her chic hair and jewelry. All eyes were on you—including her striking ice blue ones.

“Have a seat,” she says, in this luxuriously attractive, rich voice with a poised attitude about her. “Why don’t I know you?”