“Fair enough. The scientific community does need the scientifically inept, like you, to buy our tacky over priced inventions or else we’d be out of the job.” He chuckled, walking into the kitchen. “Tea?”
“Yeah, sure. Scientifically inept? You guys just disguise all the elegant concepts in rough-edged mathematics so you can lord it over people like me, who conceive of the concepts!” It came out half-obscured by her hands.
Tony laughed and poured her a cup of tea. “Well someone has to build the great things that make your lives easier.” He walked over to the couch and handed her the cup, a beer in his own hand. “So I’m assuming you and your concept conceiving mind are working out a way to destroy these bitches’ lives?”
Summer shook her head. “What’s the point? The best revenge is keeping my grade high, and that’s simple. Anything else I try, they’ll just turn back on me. I’m already tired of hearing people hum the witch’s theme from The Wizard of Oz.” She stared at the cup, throat aching. “It’s just as well no one knows we’re together, or they’d ruin that, I’m sure.”
“I guess I’ll stop with the humming then,” Tony teased opening his beer. “It is a good song for you though.” He took a sip and kissed Summer on the cheek. “Just keep your head high and make sure those bitches fail.”
“It’s so hard,” she mumbled. “/Knowing/ what they feel — even indifference hurts, Tony. I want to be /special/, to be liked and wanted.” She turned the cup in her hands. “I thought, when I came here, that things would be different. That I’d find more than one or two people who were like me. After all,” Summer managed a trembling smile, “I can’t ask you to devote all your time to me.”