“Then why am I listening to you now? When I’ve already told you I don’t want to talk about this anymore?” The truth was Spencer would always be powerless to resist Morgan and he hated himself for that, more than he could ever hate Morgan.
“You aren’t listening to me and if you are, you aren’t hearing me. You told me you didn’t see me as an equal and suddenly everything made sense. I feel like such a fool, not for kissing you, but for the years I’ve spent adoring you, the one person who saw me for me when it turns out you don’t see it at all.”
Spencer stood up, placing the book down on his desk. He felt a little unstable on his feet but he put the desk between them, needing space to think clearly and really he wanted to be as far away from Morgan. “This whole thing is done. You’re not interested. You don’t have to repeat yourself, unless you actively want to hurt me more, in which case you are succeeding.” Spencer said, sitting on the desk with his back to Derek. “We’re not equals in your eyes and as much as I knew I’d never be more than some kid to you, despite what I hoped, I have no desire to have you as a part of my personal life.”
He wanted to lie down in the dark and forget this, run through everything he knew on a loop until it was just a dull roar in the back of his head. “And I have been treated badly by so many people, called every name imaginable and been made to feel worthless more times than I care to count but no one has ever made me feel worse than you. So stand up and please leave because what ever you think you’re going to achieve here, you’re not.”