If glass isn’t clear enough for you, hate for you tops it.

Clarisse found you annoying. How bubbly and lively you are. The smiles that were given to everyone but her. She admits that she doesn’t take pride into becoming a saint. But your attitude towards makes her blood boil over.

She doesn’t understand how you can hate her but love everything else. It’s not like the feelings weren’t reciprocated but it certainly doesn’t help your cause.

Clarisse was the human embodiment of brooding and you were “glitter and rainbows and other happy shit” as she would describe. Out of all the things she despises about you, she can’t her stone heart warm every time she hears your voice.

She doesn’t like it. Not for a second. The way you make her feel is foreign. You yourself were foreign. That just makes her feel odd. As strong as Clarisse is, it was hard enough to deny how you made her feel. Waltzing around with your smile was almost enough to persuade her to follow you around like a lost puppy.

Clarisse stood outside of her cabin as she waited for one of her half-siblings until someone caught her interest. You walking in the most beautiful outfit she’s ever seen you in. And gods did her mouth ran dry.

Taking this as a chance to tease you, Clarisse got off of the pillar, stalking towards you. In a blink of an eye, a warm breath and low voice reached your ears. “Have a date, vice?” Clarisse whispered as her body heat pressed against your back, wanting to poke some at you with the pro-long nickname she had for you.