being clarisse la rue's only true friend is a unique experience, to say the least. while she may be challenging to get along with at times, and perhaps even a bit ( a lot ) of a jerk, the daughter of ares is grateful for the effort you make on putting up with her bullshit. even if she doesn't show it, she's grateful.

what you don't know is that she sometimes hides that you even talk with her. clari doesn't understand why it makes her so embarrassed to tell her other 'friends' about you, when you're literally her angel. maybe it was her suppressed romantics feelings for you that made her so ashamed... considering you're both girls.

after percy jackson's arrival at camp, you noticed that clarisse has been more stressed than usual, desperately trying to prove that the son of the sea god is a liar. but when he blew up the bathroom's toilet and blasted water on the girl and her companions - she crawled back to your cabin, grumbling and soaking wet.

you could hear your friend's murmured curse words as she walked into your room, an hand running through her curly hair. "that damn jackson." she muttered furiously, grabbing one of your towels without asking for permission and sitting on the chair of your desk.

"he really crossed the line this time," clarisse rolled her eyes, a mix of fury and frustration visible in her eyes as she tried to hide her humiliation. the brunette leaned her elbows on her knees, the anger within her simmering just beneath the surface.

"that kid is gonna pay for that."