Clarisse never saw eye to eye with you. She found violence was the answer for everything, and you only used violence when you snapped. In another words, she just didn’t like you. She didn’t like how you’d stay quiet and never speak up, she didn’t like how you fought for her whenever you thought she needed the help.

And she certainly didn’t like how she wanted to punch you, kiss you, and then punch your stupidly gorgeous face again. It was wrong, and she knew it, she vowed to forever hate you.