"I'm not going to let you push me anymore, Morgan. You've lost that right." Spencer said, because none of the excuses in the world made up for what had happened, what Morgan had said.
He might have thought he was helping and saying all the right things but Spencer could still hear what he'd said in the heat of the moment and he'd never forget it, he'd played it over and over in his head too many times. "Emily arrived here and do you think I don't know how relieved you were? That you had a partner you can trust to have your back. Because you can talk now about how you care about me and that I've proven myself but you will never see me as more than a smart kid." Spencer rubbed his face again, still refusing to make eye contact. "This goes so much deeper than you not returning my feelings and the things you said to me that night and it just took that for me to see how deep it runs."
Spencer was getting upset, it had been the last thing he wanted but he couldn't help it. Then the more upset he got the worse his head hurt and he covered his face again. "Stop it. Do you think I haven't been hurt by people in the past? Rejected because of who I am? Being a genius is just who I am, as much as the colour of my skin. It's not something I do it's something I am and no one ever likes you more because of it. So because I'm different I will always be the one left behind, the person who is too much in some places and not enough in others. I trusted you so much I felt safe enough to tell you how I felt, even though I knew you'd never feel the same and you told me I was good enough for sex and not for anything else. Don't sit here now and tell me how much you care."