Katie had spent the majority of her weekend frustrated and in tears. She was upset over Oliver and at this point it wasn't even about the sex. It was their friendship and what she'd done to purposely hurt him. It hadn't ended that way. She genuinely didn't mind Flint that much. Everything between them had stemmed from years of poking at one another. But using him to hurt Oliver? She was ashamed of that. Not that Marcus had seemed to mind. Regardless, she felt like a terrible person. She'd holed herself up for the most part, avoiding the public. She'd never been hated before but she was definitely on that track. She hadn't even been able to enjoy hanging out with Marcus at the charity event. Course, he was the only one who would talk to her.
The hot water was something of a comfort to her swollen eyes and red nose. She wasn't a very pretty crier and it never seemed to show well on her face. The yanked curtain had here trying out a loud shriek and she barely caught the towel, slipping in the process. Sitting naked on her shower floor was too much. Oliver screaming at her was too much. Standing defiantly, ignoring the bruising on Her thigh, she shoved him out of the way and found another dry towel.
"At lead to bloody know where I stand with him," she snapped back. "And he had the bloody decency to take me to breakfast and not run off like a giant arse or go on a fucking date!"