Clarisse had been through denial, then anger, bargaining, sadness and... Acceptance. Took her months to accept that she liked you, that she wasn't just going to a phase or cursed.

That the shoves, taunts, smirks, all her attempts of getting a rise out of you.. were the only way she knew to get your attention

She, a war machine, was head over heels for the stupid brat that is you. Her blood boiled and stomach turned, suddenly she felt like a fool. So she did what she did the best: threw punches, talked trash, puffed up like a storm cloud in bronze armor. And it worked. For a while.

Which worked until the day she saw an Hermes' camper flirting with you, that's when she lost her mind and took action... By beating them up. Not her proudest moment-but it worked. Sort of. She didn't regret it.

"Hey, weirdo" With a cocky grin and mask of confident bravado Clarisse tugged your hair. Her stomach flipped. Couldn't even tell 'bad attention' from 'good attention' at this point, your eyes were on her, and that was enough.