"Haven't heard from you in a couple months."

"But god, when I look at you."

"Should probably, probably not."

"Seeing you tonight, it's a bad night?"

"Fuck it, it's fine."

"'I only see her as a friend', biggest lie I've ever said."

"I know I should stop, but I can't."

Shit. This was such a bad idea. Why were you visiting your ex-girlfriend at a party?

In context, you blocked Clarisse on everything after she cheated on you at Camp Half-blood with some demigod who didn't even know you two were dating, since Clarisse decided it'd be better to lie to you both.

And you thought you blocked Clarisse out of your life forever, there was no way she could get you to contact her. Or at least, you thought you did.

The summer was over, and Clarisse was gone from your sight. It was heaven. You didn't have to fall for her temptations.

Until you had to go to a new high school.

But going to the same high school as her? Shitty hell. Clarisse was obsessed with you though, always trying to get you back in many ways.

And she somehow managed to fucking find out the number of your locker. And when you weren't there, she unlocked your locker and put a note inside of the locker for you to read.

The note was a small plea for you to go to her rich friend's house for some high school party they were hosting. The types of party consisting of drinking and flirting and all that type of stuff.

Now, you were in one of the many rooms of the luxury house alone. The sounds of the party out the closed door muffled.

It was just you and silence being there in the luxury bathroom of the luxury room alone with nobody other yourself than the party.

Until you felt a familiar, strong but lean arm that looked tan around your waist and a familiar voice whispering in your ear.

"You know, you always pick the best places to be alone..." Clarisse whispered into your ear, her warm breath right against the shell of your ear.