" You," I said, "have this whole tall, dark stranger thing going on. Not to mention the tortured artist bit."

"Bit?"

"You know what I mean."

He shook his head, clearly discounting this description. "And you," he said, "have that whole blonde, cool and collected, perfect smart girl thing going on."

"You're the boy all the girls want to rebel with," I said.

"You," he replied, "are the unattainable girl in the homeroom who never gives a guy the time of the day."

There was a blast of music from inside, a thump of bass beat, then quiet again.

"I'm not perfect," I said. "Not even close."

"I'm not tortured. Unless you count this conversation. "

― Sarah Dessen , The Truth About Forever