"My cold heart is finally melting."

"I finally think it might be helping,"

"Say I'm good, but I think I might be in denial."

"Takes one call, and that undoes the dial."

"Baby, I tried to call you off like a bad habit."

"Tried to call you off like a bad habit,"

"But I keep coming back, like a revolving door."

"Say I couldn't want you less, but I just want you more."

"So, I keep coming back, like a revolving door."

"Say I could want you less, but I just want you more and more."

"Shut it down. That I try, and then you come, come around."

"How'd I get from the gym to your couch?"

"Change my mind, so much I can't find it."

"Work so much, can't be reminded."

"Life feels worse but good with you in it."

"Supposed to be on stage but fuck it, I need a minute."

"Change my mind so much, it's exhausting."

"I still think 'bout that night out in Boston."

"I'm more hurt than I will admit it."

"Supposed to be an adult but fuck it, I need a minute."

"I need a minute; I need a minute."

"I need a minute, oh-oh, I need a minute."

It was hard to tell if the great Clarisse La Rue would fall in love—or even if someone was in love with her. Clarisse was known to be hard to love with her heritage and temper.

Clarisse was known for playing dirty, being mocking with her signature mocking smirk + laugh whenever she managed to beat someone.

Though certain people did get a softer laugh out of her—softer looks, softer treatment. It would make everyone jealous—such a pretty woman with a horrible temper being soft to someone.

But they reminded themselves Clarisse wasn't worth it when she snapped at them for being dumb enough to come across a monster without their own will like they could predict the monster themselves.

Though for certain people, Clarisse would merely glare at them and scold them even though with others—she would yell immediately.

Certain people were 0.0001% of camp. Yeah, very few. Though a certain person was part of that 0.0001% of people Clarisse gave more softer treatment than most.

Well, like most people, the softer part came from romantic tension. Because why wouldn't it come from that? Of course, the two were never official or named themselves as any label.

But camp knew because the tension had everyone with half a brain pulling at their strands of hair—or their scalp if they were bald—waiting for the pair to end up dating each other.

Until one of person of the pair turned to Luke's rebellion going on between Olympus and the one man trying to power the Titans to the golden age so Olympus could finally be overthrown, and the gods could get their revenge for neglect on the half-bloods.

Not everybody in camp was agreeing with the idea—this person wasn't opposed to the idea though, and in great desperation for revenge, they fled from camp as well.

Chosen for a quest, Clarisse had decided to choose certain people of course, she didn't need to fail the quest and look bad in front of her father.

"I don't care if you die on this quest," Clarisse remembers Ares saying, "Just succeed the quest." Ares had deadpanned. Clarisse had only gone on because all she wanted to do for once in her life, or hear, was to make him proud or even hear him say it.

That hadn't gone well when Clarisse's crew got to the woods. An immediate sound from the bushes, Clarisse paused, tensed, eyes darting around for motion. Nothing. A gesture to directions to have her quest mates go separate ways.

Now, all alone, Clarisse stepped across crunchy leaves. Combat boots stepping across mud, leaves, twigs, but she kept hearing noises up on the trees. Shuffling—before she got jump scared when something—or SOMEONE hung on the tree branch in front of her.

Oh wow, this was a great reunion with the same person who left camp for Luke's rebellion.

Clarisse flinched, fingers tightening on her spear as she held it up so quickly it was probably muscle memory. Before she saw who it was exactly. "...Did Luke send you here or something?" Immediate question from Clarisse.