One first inspection, Carey appears to be your stereotypical schlep from the
suburbs. Everyone knows someone like this guy. Blessed with well
above average intelligence, talent, and virtually no discipline, Carey's never
had to work for anything in life. Not that there's ever been anything
worth working for. Until one day at dinner, when the girl with the major
problems hit him literally like a slap in the face, and left him feeling
something he'd ever felt before: desperation. And like his best
friend, without a clue as to what to do next.
When you first meet Jasmine, you feel as though
her for years. She's uncommonly beautiful, she moves with effortless
grace, and is surprisingly easy to talk to. You're sure everything comes
easy to her. That she's never had a problem in her life. But you'd
be dead wrong. She works harder than everyone you
know, and has a generous, caring heart. Let's just say she appears to move through
life as though someone's standing next to her with an umbrella, and has no idea
there's anyone there. Or that it's raining in the first place. Trust
us, she knows. But she'll never admit it.
Brilliant. Breathtaking. Dedicated. Hard working.
Driven. A sure bet for an honors degree in Art History; a fine
career to follow. Absolutely certain that what you get out of life is
directly related to what you put in. That everything happens for a reason.
And why not? She's been successful at most everything she's ever truly
invested in. And everyone knows good things happen to good people, right?
Perhaps. But as her senior year unfolds, she finds herself dealing with life in a way
she's never known before. For starters, the guy of her dreams, the campus
golden boy, has turned into the biggest jerk she's ever known. Then there's
this earnest young lad determined to win her heart. A guy who seemingly
won't take no for answer. Can't live without her. And quite possibly
the most annoying buffoon she's ever met. So why can't she stop thinking
overachiever. Or is she? A jumble of contradictions. The
next-to-youngest of eight children, and the apple of her parents' eyes, she made
it out of the projects of Miami, finally graduating as her high school's
Impressive for you and me, perhaps, but not for Mireia. Infuriated,
embarrassed by her failure to become valedictorian, Mireia skipped her
graduation, refusing to stand before her peers as second best, and immediately
started packing for college. Now she's channeled that inexhaustible need
for achievement into a significant college career at a prestigious
university in the Northeast, and her folks are mortified. Still, she's
track, six months from graduating Summa Cum Laude with a Bachelor's in Psychology
and a Doctorate to follow. But is something missing? She's so sure
there isn't. Until that one fateful meeting with
her Senior Advisor that lifted the veil and enabled her to truly
see the rest of her life through different eyes.
Don't let his exotic-sounding name fool you -- Fabbo was born and raised in
Redondo Beach, California. Second in his class in High School, 1590 on his
SAT's, Fabbo had his choice of full academic scholarships. Seeking a new
challenge, he chose the Northeast, and has been thrilled ever since. His
senior year finds him blossoming both personally and professionally, an
auspicious future guaranteed. But (and there's always a "but") there's
this one significant complication. The Girl (there's also always a girl).
And with increasingly irrepressible feelings he finds himself in a position he's
never been before in his life -- absolutely clueless as to what to do next.