“Just because I don’t freak out every time you said something I didn’t like doesn’t mean that shit didn’t hurt me.” Tony rolled his eyes. “’I know your kind. You think you just have to crook a finger and anything you want will drop at your feet’,” he said imitating her voice. “I’m not a god damn type. I’ve worked for most of what I have. Yeah I was lucky enough to have a rich daddy but he hates me and I hate him so that’s kind of irrelevant. I kicked ass in high school to get enough scholarships to get myself into college and I work my ass off now to keep myself there. Learn more about people before you go around reading them.”
“You say that like I have a choice, with you all but shouting your emotions at me.” She pressed a hand to her temple. Very quietly, she added, “For as much as you harp on being irresistible, what was I supposed to think? I’ve been prey for the pretty people all my life, and the ones who know they’re attractive are the worst.” She blinked, and a tear escaped.
Tony rolled his eyes again refusing to give into tears. “I’m confident in my looks; that’s not a crime. I’m an entirely separate person from anyone else you’ve ever met. You need to calm down with the generalizations.”
Summer drew a deep breath, swiping at the tears. “How much data do I have to have before I can base assumptions on it? Yes, you’re not those people, but in a few hours how am I supposed to know that?”