how and why exactly did it come to this you have no idea. but clarisse was lying on her back on her bunk, while you sat atop of her, eyeliner clutched in one hand. other holding clarisse's chin, so she wouldn't squirm.

after a while you leaned back admiring your work, while clarisse blinked frantically, cursing half-heartedly at the feeling. "i don't know why i even agreed to it" and "you owe me so much for this", all stern gazes and pretense toughness.

and curious eyes searching for a mirror. settling on looking at the reflection in your eyes instead. "doesn't look too bad"