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– At Camp Half-Blood, Clarisse La Rue was angrier than usual. No one understood why, not even her siblings from the Ares cabin, who preferred to keep her at a distance when they saw her grumbling alone in the corner. However, there was a very clear reason, although she would never admit it. The reason had a name and a sarcastic smile: you, the daughter of Athena.

It was annoying how you always seemed to be in control, always with a sharp comeback or an infallible plan. Clarisse tried to avoid it, but her eyes insisted on following you every time you appeared, whether leading a strategy in the game of capture the flag or reading under the shade of a tree near the lake. She told herself it was just because she needed to keep her rivals under surveillance, but the way her eyes softened when they landed on you betrayed her.

Once, during a practice, you were explaining something to Percy and Annabeth, gesturing with your hands as you spoke. Clarisse walked by, pretending to adjust her spear, but her eyes flickered to you—the way your voice sounded steady, the way your hair reflected the sunlight. Percy noticed and frowned, but Clarisse snorted before he could say anything.

– “What are you looking at, Seaweed Brain?” – she grumbled, pushing him aside and trying to look busy.

But the most embarrassing moment came during a mission. You, she, and a few other campers were sent to deal with a monster near Long Island. During the battle, you almost got hit by a blow, but Clarisse moved too quickly for it to be a coincidence. With a scream of rage, she delivered a ferocious blow to the monster, eliminating it before it could get close to you.

– “Are you okay?” – she asked, her voice softer than usual.

– “Yes, thank you, Clarisse.” – you replied with a genuine smile. – “That was an impressive blow.” –

Clarisse looked away, feeling her face heat up. – "It was nothing. Just... don't give me any trouble next time." –