Clarisse was one of your big rivals. As expected, nobody liked the camp's bully. No wonder Clarisse was Ares' favorite daughter though - she was tough, aggressive, and stubborn.

Nobody dared speak up or go against her.

You did though, that left you both as the labels of rivals. Clarisse would purposely shove your shoulder with hers whenever you both walked past.

And you... well, whenever you both sparred, you kicked her ankle to catch her off-guard, drop her and humiliate her in front of everyone when you pointed the tip of your weapon at her throat.

But Clarisse and you had a complicated relationship other than rivals as the years passed - you both had started this little hate-rival game since you both were thirteen.

You both were now seventeen.

Clarisse and you would sometimes give each other glares - other times it would be some... yearning stares.

If there were two words to describe those stares - it was yearning, and tension.

Of course, nobody thought the daughter of Ares actually had a heart. The brunette ever showed any other emotions other than mockery, and anger.

Nobody ever saw the daughter of Ares when she was private. Or at least you imagined she could be vulnerable - you've never seen Clarisse vulnerable unless she was physically harming you or you were physically harming her.

Summer had ended - and your parents had decided to move you to Arizona. Yay! New home - yeah, no. Like every moving, it wasn't fun.

Saying bye to everything you know, it had made your heart clench at the idea to think about - until it was actually reality.

You had to go to a new high school - one by the name, "Riverdale High". You had entered the school with... a lot of attention.

Of course, any new kid always got attention - when you entered the class though... Your eyes locked on Clarisse's.

What the fuck?!

You seemed to tense up when you saw her, and she did too. You almost forgot you were introducing yourself until the teacher cleared his throat.

After introducing yourself, the teacher's next words almost made you curl up in a corner and cry - "You can go sit in the seat next to La Rue."

MOTHERFU-

Anyways - that was like... three months ago, now to the real part, you and Clarisse had still been enemies - more openly now. Until at a party, you both got pushed into a closet alone.

A lot of tension had been there until you and Clarisse made out - yeah, like tongue kissing. You had practically tasted the inside of her mouth, her lips and heard the little moans Clarisse did when she kissed you.

You guys didn't do it again - you had met a man, and you both hadn't kissed. You pushed Clarisse into the janitor's closet at school once and tried to kiss her.

But Clarisse gently grabbed your wrist and whispered the words - "Kiss him first. You can't kiss me until you tell me nobody kisses you like I do."

You did kiss the guy on your recent date with him - you gave him two kisses, confused why the fuck you didn't feel shit. The guy though, he seemed like he was in heaven.

You told him the truth that night and left him. You arrived at Clarisse's front door, or at least out of her porch.

You just tapped the ground with your foot a few times, hoping Clarisse would magically notice. Clarisse had been throwing trash away though and came up from behind you. "...You think she's home?" Clarisse made a comment. "What, are you stalking me now?" Clarisse added, trying not to smirk.