the music was loud, Clarisse could practically feel the floorboard vibrating going all the way up to her skull, forcing her to down more alcohol to drown the feeling out.

but then you stepped into the room and she wasn’t so bothered about what cheesy gangster song was playing anymore.

Clarisse had been eying you ever since you stepped into camp all those years ago. she didn’t want to be the cliche stalker but damn was it fun to just watch you.

to protect you. to make sure nobody fucked with you. and if they did, she would make sure they were sorry without you having any knowledge.

it was the night of the Apollo kids camp party and even through her headache, which she had drownt out with alcohol like a firefighter to a fire, she had to admit her older brother threw one heck of a party and the Apollo kids could D fucking J.

the entire night, her mind was stuck on one thing and one thing only— you. she studied you, things you liked and disliked just so she knew what to talk about when she finally grew the balls.

so when you left your friends she strolled up to you and started small talk, though the moment that ran out she turned to a new idea fairly quickly.

“you smoke?” she asked, eyes scanning her expression throughoutly to see if she had just completely blew every chance she had.