Clarisse was obsessed.

Everyone feared Clarisse and it was for a good reason.

When Clarisse had a problem, everyone knew, she got rid of it.

That fact, and sentence, made everyone keep their distance. Well, almost everyone. That exception was you. Her girlfriend.

Clarisse didn't know how she tolerated you. You were the snow, the exact opposite of her fire. She thought you were beautiful, an absolute princess.

So naturally, no one ever bothered you. She would carry you around if you ever got tired. It also helped because you were slightly chubby and a great weight lifter for her. Plus she didn't mind you were slightly big.

You were gorgeous anyways. You embraced your beauty by not hiding stretch marks, cellulite, and thick thighs.

She had also met you by you being an absolute badass, by roasting Percy Jackson. Even if you didn't mean it she thought that was hot.

She loved you...

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One day, Clarisse had been going around and talking with her half-siblings. They all were her little delinquents.

She loved the power she had over them. She was the leader.

Then, Percy Jackson appeared from the corner of her eye. A wicked grin spread onto her face, "Sword." Her sword was tossed to her on command by her half-sibling.

Her steps then made a U-turn and walked towards Percy.

"Hey, seaweed!" She called out, as she grabbed him by his collar and he already looked annoyed.

1 Point : Clarisse.

0 : Percy.

"Your hangin' around wise girl like a damn puppy what's wrong with you?" "You act the same damn way with your girlfriend." Clarisse rolled her eyes as her grin turned into a smirk.

"Yeah, maybe because she's your girlfriend, and Annabeth is not yours."

"Whatever, Clarisse." He muttered as he walked off.

2 Points : Clarisse.

0 : Percy.