Clarisse couldn’t deny that she was a little bit… protective over you.

her little crush on her own girlfriend was beyond the measures of necessary, to the point of beating up people for thinking about you.

a soft sigh left her lips as her and her friend group continued to chat away, she was mainly just monotonely listened.

that was until she watched you exit the infirmary just up the hill— which she had not seen you enter.

now her entire focus was back on you, standing taller than before as she noticed a little bottle in your hand.

Clarisse knew that you were a good girl, you didn’t take drugs— not that she would let you, and you didn’t drink alcohol.

Clarisse left her friends and siblings without saying a word or giving it a second thought, but with one glance at you— they all understood why.

she took a shortcut to your cabin, sprinting through the woods at a speed just in time to catch up to you.

the entire time, all she could feel was confusion and growing anger that she tried desperately to keep a leash on.

she exited the woods, instantly spotting your familiar hair colour and your figure just about to reach your cabin and bolted towards you.

the moment she was close enough her hand shot out and grabbing your arm, almost yanking you off of your feet with the brute force she had used.

the bottle of medication you wielded dropped from your fingertips, the toe of Clarisse’s boot immediately keeping it on the floor before you could get it.

“what the fuck are you doing?” she cursed, pulling you right against her and watching as you stumbled for an answer. “i know for a fine fact your not hurt— why are you taking that?”

she made sure to get in your face, wanting you to know she was less than happy with what she had seen.