Angelina scoffed at his comment. "So when I die and haven't said a word you'll trust me?" She wasn't terribly surprised though, if there was one thing Angelina could have known, it was that Adrian Pucey did not trust people. It was sad and sickening all at once, and Ange did not want to dwell on it. She never thought the two of them would be friends, and his mistrust didn't surprise her. What had she done to earn any trust? Nothing.
At his comment of being walked all over, Angelina bit her lip so hard she could taste blood. It didn't hurt though, and she just kept on clenching. Leave it to him to get under her skin. "You should know better than anyone I let my heart make decisions for me." Taking a step forwards to meet him, Angelina put her hands on Adrian's chest and gave a light shove. Not nearly enough to knock him over (not that she could), but it was enough to say 'back off'.
Standing her ground, Angelina crossed her arms. She didn't want to get into a physical match with Adrian, because he would out wrestle her time and time again. "There's a difference between Oliver telling me what to do, and Oliver being upset with me for something I did. He's not making me feel like shit, that's of my own fucking accord. Call me female, sensitive, messed up, I don't really give a fuck. You're the messed up one because you don't care enough to let anyone make you feel guilty. I don't know what happened between you and Oliver and clearly I'm not going to find out from you, but I don't want to be dragged through the middle of that. My relationship with you is separate from my relationship with Oliver. What I would like, is for you to fucking respect that." Not that she expected it to happen, but it was worth mentioning.