"Figures." She felt gross. Kind of disgusted, actually. She had kissed someone and it didn't even matter. Part of her knew that would be how it was, but the other part of her was still a bit bitter and jealous. She stood up from where she was on the bed and walked over to him, looking keyed up but she stopped herself a few feet short. "Yeah that's super not important." She spat out, turning around and looking away. She was so angry. No one just let her have a good ol' yell. Lenore was supposed to just be OK with everything that was happening.
Well, she wasn't damnit. She wasn't just okay.
"Great, thank you. I'm allowed to have my own emotions? That's awesome, thanks for the fucking permission." She rolled her eyes and turned around to look at him again. "Tell that to fucking everyone else who has a fit or tells me to get over it or that this or that is no big deal." She was talking in riddles a little bit, but she didn't care. The advice she had been getting was severely lacking in intelligence AND any sort of comfort.
She looked at him again, arms crossed firmly over her chest because she was seriously considering hitting him, just because she was so angry. "You don't have any real relationships, do you? No, you just fuck around with whoever you want because sex is no big deal. And that's the general goddamn consensus for everyone, I guess." Connor hadn't thought sex was a big deal, either, until he found out Lenore was a virgin. Then it was something, but still.
"Well you know what, it's important to me and I obviously made a mistake in telling that to anyone and I made a huge mistake in getting my hopes up -- " She cut herself off there and walked to her door, pointing. "Leave." She said, avoiding his gaze now.