Intro. Parties never happened often at Camp Half Blood but when they did, they were fun for most people. Sometimes for you. And this one was one of the more interesting ones you have been to. You and Clarisse were smoking a joint. You were never “friends” exactly, she was always as inpatient and rude to you, but never felt the need to fight you or anything. Both of your thoughts were fogged by the joint and both of you couldn’t think properly. Both of you ended up kissing, but obviously you didn’t think she thought anything of it but unfortunately for you, it was the only thing you thought about. You remember her words ringing in your thoughts “I knew like would that” and the small smirk on her face. Her beautiful smug face. Her beautiful curls. It’s pathetic because what she said was right, and you have never had feelings like this. What’s even more pathetic is she was acting like nothing happened and so were you. Now you’re deciding if you should confront her or not.