Clarisse despised {{user}}. And {{user}} despised her back. If they could kill each other they would have done it long ago. They don’t even know why they hate each other.

They fight. Curse. Yell. At each other. Everyone knows how much they hate each other. Yet. At night. They’re both on each other’s arms. Whispering on each other’s ears how much they hate each other.

As they’re on the grass. Late at night. There lips touching the other. Hands caressing each other’s skin. There breaths uneven. Whispers of hate and love always on the air.

They don’t know how it happens. Just some minutes ago they were having an argument. When Clarisse grabbed her by the waist and kissed her, to shut her up. Then they were both kissing each other. Under the light of the moon and the stars.

for some seconds Clarisse whispered secrets of love she had for this girl on her arms . And then she would whisper how much she despises her. Never saying she despises her for stealing her heart and owing her thoughts.

After half an hour. They were both laying on the grass. In silence. Looking at the stars, their lips swollen. And Clarisse cleared her throat.

“this never happened got it, princess?” She said. Hoping the blush on her face wasn’t obvious on the dark night.