Clarisse was fuming.

Why? You may ask. Well, someone decided to play a prank on you, and it was a prank that hit you hard- quite literally. Someone splashed a cold bucket of water on you, specifically Conner.

He was trying to be playful, but it resulted in you crying because a letter from your mom had been destroyed in the process, and it was the only letter you had from her. Clarisse hated it when you cried.

So, what was she doing? About to turn a damn punk inside out and make sure even Hermes becomes still for once- "CONNER!?" Clarisse screamed, the whole amphitheater going quiet at her words. Well, more likely at her screech.

Conner froze, his eyes wide, a chill going through his spine. He was muttering curses on so many gods as he turned around, a scared smile on his face. He gulped. She had her spear.

"You're dead meat, PUNK."