He was clearly not intending to leave, like she was hoping he would. Actually, she didn't really want him to go despite the fact that she had said it. That didn't mean she wasn't pretty infuriated by the fact that he walked over to toss himself down on her bed to lounge about there like it was his. She gave him an incredulous look and just stared for a moment.
Then he went ahead and talked about how not everyone could be optimistic about relationships. "They're hard for everyone, Alec." She said, the venom still incredibly apparent in her voice. "I finally liked a guy and he fucked me over real quick - all this I can't be with you cause I'll hurt you bullshit." She said, standing where she was and not making another move. Fists clenched at her sides. "I know you weren't intentionally leading me on. I took it the wrong way."
She sighed and looked at the ceiling, like most people did. Like it held the answers or something. "Well great. Being at this place isn't going to make it any fucking better. I'm going to end up just as fucked up and cynical and broken as everyone else." She had nothing else to do but pace around her room now, too pent up to sit down. "Because everyone else is so fucking afraid of actually being with someone that the people who were willing to give it a try are going to be incapable." She didn't trust anyone now.
"Everyone I've ever trusted has thrown that in my face. Well, congratulations world. You win." She didn't care anymore. If that's how this life was going to go, she might as well roll with it. Fighting it only seemed to get her broken up with, yelled at, and hurt. "I'll become incapable of relating to people. Is that what everyone really wants?"