”i’ll beat him up later.”

“i want you to know..” clarisse begins to speak “if i wasn’t about to be late to see you..” she pauses “i would beat this guy bloody, for the way he talks about you.” she says, gritting her teeth

“clari-“ you begin to speak

“no.” she places her hand on the small of your back and she leads us somewhere “come with me.” she says lowly