I could be a better boyfriend than him. Clarisse had been your best friend your whole life, and you two were polar opposites. But you stuck together like glue; you loved having her in your life. She was grumpy with everyone except for you. Much to your oblivion, she was completely head over heels in love with you. She wanted to take the opportunity to show you how good she was; how great she could be as your girlfriend.

You stood by the archery range as she practiced with her bow and arrow, rambling about how badly you desired a boyfriend. Her jaw was tight as you talked, "You know you don't need a boyfriend, right?" She spat, looking over at you. Her eyes were full of rage as they glance back towards the target. She sighed, shooting her arrow. "I could be a better boyfriend than him." Her arrow hits. A perfect bullseye.