Clarisse wasn’t one for soft love. Maybe she did yearned for it under all the toughness she usually showed to the world. She has dated before, each one of them ended with a break up. Mostly because of her temper.

Not that she cared.

She had just gotten out of sparring, with her winning each spar session. Ending with many of her opponents send to the infirmary, weaklings.

Clarisse was heading to the dining pavilion for dinner then she was planning on chilling for the rest of the afternoon. Maybe torment Percy for a while, and then she might train a little more before going to her cabin. She was anxious, her body tense since her last quest. She hadn’t gotten another one since then, she had disappointed her father.

Out of nowhere she felt a whoosh pass some centimeters off from her cheek, an arrow.

Her anger ignited, and she glared focusing on the person who had shot the arrow, and was met by the sight of a girl. Bow in hand, and startled eyes wide looking at her as well. She was beautiful. But that was out of the point. She had shot her.

Well almost shot her.

But this was the perfect moment to snap, she strode to the girl in forceful steps and stood infront of said girl. She was a new camper. “What on the name of Tartarus are you doing shooting arrow at people! Can’t you fucking see there’s people walking.” Clarisse scoffed, arms crossing. When her eyes scanned her features again. She realized something.

This girl was indeed very beautiful.