She didn't back down when he leaned closer. Her crossed arms brushed his cheset when he moved but she refused to stand down. It wasn't in her nature. OF course, the current of cold, heartless words that spewed from his lips had every emotion she felt crossing her face. She was still emotionally raw from everything that happened with Oliver and he threw it in her face like it was nothing. Sure, she'd realized that they'd never be the same and that they had screwed up a lot but she had feelings for him and she'd had them for a long time. It was hard to just... shake those off. Katie wasn't even sure if she knew what she felt for Oliver. She thought it was love but she was fairly certain if you loved someone... they didn't throw it in your face.
Katie stared at him, slightly stunned. She didn't quite know what to say to him and while she had thought they were coming to some sort of... something, she had to remind herself that this was Marcus Flint. That was all. They would never be anything other than what they were. His words pierced her like a lance and she felt each prick stabbing at her vulnerability. Still, she was Katie Bell and she wouldn't let Marcus Flint see how much his words actually hurt. Instead, she snorted and rolled her eyes. "That right there proves you don't know anything. The only rings I want are the ones on the pitch. I already have a dog and having kids would get in the way of Quidditch," she said, somewhat flatly. "So no. Your'e wrong. That's not how I imagined it."
Her eyes flickered over his face, a face she knew surprisingly well. It had changed over the years but underneath, she thought they might be able to get along but this? This proved that would never happen. It wasn't in the cards for them and she would cut her losses while she could. She'd get on with him for Nationals and that would be it. "Well, as you think that's what I want out of life," she said, tilting her head, raising a brow. "I wonder why you bother trying to get into bed with me. If I'm so incapable of having a one night stand... why are you even tempted?"
Shaking her head, she moved away and headed to the door. "I assume we're still on for tomorrow?" she asked, turning to look at him, voice flat and bland. Quidditch. That's all she was going to focus on. That was it.