starfish ✴︎ - clarisse la rue

seven. percy's voting system and the notebook by nicholas sparks.

❝𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐓 doing the bare minimum?❞ A gruff voice was heard behind Rory, making her flinch out of fear. Rory turned around, seeing Clarisse standing behind her with an amuse look at Rory's reaction.

  "How are always coming out of nowhere?" Rory said, taking in Clarisse's appearance. Her once lazy hair that she had it during Percy's selection ceremony was put into a ponytail with pieces pulled out, what could either be a white tank top or white short sleeve shirt that seemed to be cut right before her denim jeans started, having a black zip up jacket on and red converse.

  Rory thought that she looked good. And good was what her mind made her say. If Rory had to say it from the heart, a nunnery is what she would have been sent to.

  Rory had finally changed out of the clothes from the day before, wearing some dark colored shorts she had found stuffed at the bottom of her backpack, a brown tank top that stopped over the button of her shorts with a flannel that she had stolen from her mom and her white converse. She hadn't and wasn't gonna do anything to her hair, seeing that just having a hair tie with her would be fine.

  "Percy, Annabeth, and Grover are already at the border of camp waiting for us." Clarisse said, walking away to the cabin entrance as Rory zipped up her backpack, swinging it over her shoulders.

  Rory didn't say anything, just walking up next to Clarisse as they both walked together, a surprisingly comfortable silence dropping between them.

  "So, how's your shoulder and stuff?" Clarisse said awkwardly, fiddling with her fingers as Rory glanced at her.

  "It's fine." Rory said shortly, suddenly a hand gripping onto Rory's shoulder made her and Clarisse stop walking.

  "Hey Rory! Can I talk to you real quick, it's kinda important." Luke said, glancing at Clarisse before looking at Rory.

  Rory was about to say yes, but Clarisse grabbed a hold of Rory's wrist, making the blonde shut her mouth.

  "She can't. We have to leave already. You know, so her brother doesn't get obliterated by Zeus at the end of the week." Clarisse said, smiling sweetly at Luke before dropping it, dragging Rory away from the curly head boy.

"You need to get her on our side. We need her on our side." A voice spoke in Luke's mind as he watched to two girls walk away, his fingernails digging into his palms.

"What do you think I'm trying to do. Everywhere she goes, Clarisse is with her. How am I supposed to manipulate into joining when Ms. Oh so good fighter is attached to her?" Luke said, his eyes trained on Rory.

"I don't care, just get her on our side. We need a child of the main three on our side if we're going to overpower them easily." The voice said, which made Luke roll his eyes.

"Yeah, how do you know Rory's Poseidon's daughter?" Luke asked.

"Sally Jackson isn't stupid enough to have two children with two different gods. Now, do whatever it takes to get Lorelei on our side." The voice said, Luke not responding, but thinking.

Anything.

  "You didn't have to just drag me away from him, you know. Maybe he needed to tell me something important." Rory said, yanking her wrist from Clarisse's grip, her wrist a light shade of pink.

  "Yeah, more important than wasting time and having the possibility of Zeus killing your brother." Clarisse said, rolling her eyes as they walked up the hill.

  "You act like by tomorrow it's going to be the deadline." Rory argued back.

  "You clearly don't know how fast time can go on a quest. On how time consuming it takes to get from point a to point b. Look, all you need to know is that we can't waste time." Clarisse said, Rory not having a chance to reply when they heard arguing. So today's an arguing type day.