Oliver didn't think he needed to explain himself. As far as he was concerned, his reasons for hating the wanker were his own; Angelina should simply know better than to associate with someone like him. Hadn't they all hated him together? Hadn't they all found reason to hate him, to never want to associate with that guy, under any circumstances? Sure, Hogwarts Quidditch was ages ago, and Oliver didn't mind Flint nearly as much as he hated Pucey, and maybe if it had been Flint, he might have understood. Maybe. Like he was trying to do with Katie.
But Pucey, that... Who knew the bag full of STDs Angelina might have caught from that scrupleless womanizer!
Oliver didn't want to answer the question, but as he turned it over in his mind, each breath getting him just a little bit closer to the self control he would need in order to string two words together without yelling them out, Oliver thought he just might. Maybe then, she would understand.
"You know..." He started, but shook his head. He didn't know how to explain. He didn't know if she would understand. She probably wouldn't. "I know that not everything is about Quidditch," he started again, a bit more satisfied with his beginning but nonetheless hesitant in his choice of words. "But we all have dreams. I wanted to play Quidditch. Pucey knew it. Everyone knew it. But I wanted to play, specifically, for Pride of Portree. It was my dream," Oliver admitted, his lips twisting with emotion on the word. "They were going to sign me. I'd spoken to the team's general manager. It was set in stone.
"And then Pucey found out." He was quiet a long moment then, before looking up at Angelina, eyes boring into hers. "He found out, he paid the general manager... and they picked someone else in my place." Oliver's voice was hard, teeth practically grinding together in sheer, unadulterated hatred. "He PAID them to pick someone else. Someone they got rid of after the first season because he was useless. HE PAID THEM. Because he was JEALOUS. HE PAID THEM NOT TO SIGN ME. IT WAS A DONE DEAL. I LOST MY FUCKING DREAM, ANGELINA! BECAUSE OF THAT FUCKING JEALOUS GIT WHO DIDN'T WANT TO LET ME HAVE MY DREAM!"