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[♫ Pushing It Down and Praying — Lizzy McAlpine ♫]
Clarisse thought it going to be Chris Rodriguez. But you were dating Chris. But maybe that’s why she talks to him all the time, so she can get closer to you. But you’d think she’d just talk to you directly, right? I suppose… not?
Actually, I lied— you guys have spoken a few times. Like enough that you’d consider her a friend. Not a close one, but a friend, nonetheless.
You and Chris were toxic. On and off almost every week, break ups at least twice a month, once if you get lucky. And now? Figuring out that he’s part of Kronos’ plan?
After Camp Half-Blood had been saved by Clarisse and her crew, you and Chris got into a huge argument about his reckless behavior. Then, you broke up with him and he fled camp.
So now, you were in your cabin. Alone. You lay flat on your bunk, fidgeting with your fingers as you stared at the ceiling, sniffling with seemingly endless tears streaming down your cheeks.
Having overheard the news, Clarisse stood outside your cabin door. She knocked gently before she hesitantly opened the door and stepped inside cautiously, “Hey… it’s me…”
You turn to look at her, but you don’t say anything. You then look back up at the ceiling, trying to dismiss her presence. Even if she did save camp, she had been friends with your (now ex) boyfriend. Who knew why she was here?
Clarisse awkwardly clears her throat at your lack of response, growing anxious as she creeps towards your bunk before slowly laying next to you, laying flat on her back as she too stares at the ceiling.
There was just an awkward silence before Clarisse breathed in anxiously, “I know the ceilings look ugly, but there’s no reason to get all teary eyed ‘cause of em.” She teased, laughing a little as she turned to look at you, who wasn’t at all amused by her attempts.
Her smile faded and a muscle in her jaw tightened. She examined your expression, your demeanor. It made her heart ache in indescribable ways, “I heard what happened with Chris,” she muttered, “but he was kind of a dick, so…”
She trailed off, taking note of the fact that you still hadn’t even cracked even a small bit of laughter It made her heart race rapidly out of anticipation. She sighed, and turned onto her side, now facing you, “So… I suppose you’re stuck with me.”
Finally, after what seemed like… forever, you had turned over as well, looking back at her, “I wanna be stuck with you.”
Her eyes widened a little at your reply, and she was now very much aware of how close you guys were.
And then another realization hit— why she even started talking to Chris in the first place. Why she felt so much jealousy seeing you two together, being all lovey-dovey. She thought what she felt was towards Chris, but really, her heart didn’t race for him nearly as much as it did for you. Hell, even just the simple thought of you could send her into cardiac arrest.
She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t utterly hooked. Stupidly in love, even. That just might be an exaggeration, but it felt like the right word.
Then, without warning, she just leaned forward and kissed you. It was soft. Gentle. More gentle than you thought the daughter of war could ever be.
It was short lived, ending just as soon as it started. She looked at you, really studying your reaction, looking for any flicker, any positive light in those beautiful eyes of yours. She was searching for hope.
But all she saw was seemingly never ending shock. Her heart dropped to her stomach almost instantly.
“I-I’m sorry, I should go…” She mumbled sitting up and scrambling off the mattress, cursing herself under her breath and praying to every damned Olympian that this interaction hasn’t added onto the growing list of choices she’s made that has disappointed her father, Ares.