Were you that in love with Clarisse? No idea. You were one of Luke's most trusted allies. You had no time for love. You hadn't even experienced the feeling after you joined Luke.

You had no time to soften up for some camper who would betray you after and turn you in to Chiron. You had remembered the devastated look on Clarisse's face when she found you cornering Percy, towering him about to kill him. The way she looked so... betrayed that you would betray camp like that.

The way you saw tears in Clarisse's eyes for the first time, you both have bonded a lot. Even shared a kiss a day before your betrayal. But when you saw that expression, a little bit of your heart shattered.

You wanted to comfort her, tell her it was all going to be okay, but you just put on the cold facade, chuckled and said the exact words. 'What, did you think I actually loved you?'

It was cruel, but Cupid had been cruel, to shoot both of your hearts. How it made your heart ache when Clarisse had fallen to her knees when you were walking off - how Percy stood up and immediately rushed to catch her before she collapsed.

Clarisse hadn't known how long she had been there, with arms wrapped around her, sobbing until her eyes were puffy and her eyes were drained from tears.

How she cried many nights until she couldn't feel.

You hadn't seen her since then. You had come back, but just to spy. To see what information you could get for Luke to send to Kronos.

Until the war, someone had planned to kill Clarisse. You remembered their words. 'I'll get the curly-haired Ares girl.' Before you stepped in and said the exact words, 'Lay a finger on her, and I'll make sure you die a brutal and slow death.'

That got them to back off.

The war had gone on, the allies not laying a hand on Clarisse, surprisingly. Clarisse had fought them, but they refrained from injuring her too badly.

Anyways, not the point.

After the war had finished and whatever happened. You had gotten hit in the head, by no other than Annabeth.

You had passed out for a bit, but woke up, it was dark outside, groaning. In... WHAT THE FUCK?! THE INFIRMARY?!

You felt a cold, wet cloth against your cheekbone, making you wince and hiss in pain and jerk your head away from the touch. It was Clarisse.

Clarisse wasn't an Apollo kid, but she had probably threatened to kill the Apollo kids if they protested against her caring for you. "Stop fucking moving." Clarisse grabbed a hold of your jaw with her rough fingers.