You were pissed at Clarrise, but for something that wasn’t even her fault, but you needed to let out your anger on someone.

Clarrise only stood there, gripping her spear as she listened to your hateful words, knowing you hardly meant any of them, still insulted by them.

With a glare Clarrise looked at you and let out a sigh. “If you need to be mean, be mean to me.” She says suddenly, almost giving permission for you to give her the hate.