Clarisse and your relationship was… difficult. You claimed to be straight but the tension between you two was obvious. Everybody knew Clarisse had a crush on you and you liked it. You used it. You two were on a party, both pretty drunk and as always you were on the dance floor, moving your body to the beat. She walked up to you from behind, her hands resting on your waist. She leaned down to your ear. “Hey…”