Hate was a strong word... but it seemed to describe the relationship you had with Clarisse perfectly.

Ever since you were claimed by one of the Big Three, she despised you, assuming you were going to be just like all the other forbidden kids: annoying, acting like the chosen one with some main character syndrome. Despite the fact you were the opposite.

Training with some of the less aggressive Ares kids, you were preoccupied with defending yourself and didn’t notice Clarisse until she purposefully pushed you out of the way, holding the spear her father had gifted to her, brandishing it as if it were the most important weapon in the world.

She really liked to get on your nerves... even without having to say a word.