*Hey y'all I'm so sorry for the long wait, life has been crazy then I was sick for like 5 days so.. but here we are back again with a request for @clarisselaruesgf So enjoy!!*
Y/n was going to wreck Clarisse.
That was the only thought that was in her mind as she sparred with the Ares girl. Y/n had endured too many taunts and jeers over her time at camp, all of which coming from the girl standing before her.
As Y/n blocked Clarisse's attacks, she could feel herself getting tired, her body was slowing down and her movements were getting sloppy because of her rage
"Tired yet, sunshine?", Clarisse taunted.
Y/n scoffed, "Not a chance".
Clarisse stood before her, effortlessly blocking and countering her attacks, "You look tired".
"I'm not-".
But before Y/n could protest any further Clarisse had hit her sword out of her hand and pushed her down towards the ground. Y/n groaned as Clarisse used the tip of her spear to lift up Y/n's chin.
"Told you".
Y/n tilted her head back so she could roll away without being slashed by the blade. Still on her knees she had to admit that the Ares girl looked good from this angle. Stray curls in her face and a little out of breath, standing above Y/n looking like that.
Y/n quickly forced those thoughts away and focused on her anger.
She didn't even try to make a snarky comment, there was no point. She totally just lost to Clarisse La Rue, again.
"I thought you said you'd been practicing", Clarisse asked.
Y/n rolled her eyes, "I have".
"Clearly".
Before Y/n could argue farther, Chris Rodriguez from Hermes cabin came over to Clarisse.
"Uh, hey Clarisse", he said awkwardly.
Clarisse turned around, "What do you want?".
"You fought really well just now", Chris praised.
Y/n rolled her eyes, turning on her heel to walk away from the scene, the last Thing she wanted to hear was this boy praise her absolute rival.
Y/n went and sat down next to one of her sisters, "Hey".
Her sister didn't look over at her, "look at them they def like each other".
Y/n poked her in the arm, "Who we talking about?".
Her sister nodded in the direction of where Y/n had been sparring with Clarisse, "Clarisse and Chris".
Y/n furrowed her brows and studied the two, Clarisse was showing Chris how to do some move with her sword, the sight made Y/n's eyes narrow.
"I mean, yeah Chris is whipped for Clarisse", Y/n commented quietly.
Her sister scoffed, "And Clarisse probably likes him too duh".
That comment made Y/n freeze in her spot, "Clarisse likes him?".
"Look at them".
Y/n studied the pair intently, watching as Clarisse corrected Chris's from while he swung the sword. She had the same stoic expression on her face as she always did, but maybe Y/n was just bad at reading people, maybe there was fondness in the stern look.
"Clarisse likes him", Y/n repeated, her stomach churning uncomfortably.
Why the hell did this make her so sick?
