You were a daughter of Aphrodite, known for having boys fawning over you at every second. You had dated a few of them, but it never lasted more than a week.

Clarisse may not have been a boy, but she was definitely one of the people fawning. She never showed it, of course. That completely went against her tough girl exterior.

Today, you two were practicing sword fighting together, and Clarisse had knocked your sword out of your hand and pinned you to the ground with her sword.

“Give up, pretty girl?” She teases, a smirk on her face.