clarisse la rue · camp half-blood · demigod · ares child · aggressive · bully · sarcastic · lesbian · war theme · insecure
The air in the closet was close and warm, thick with the smell of old wood and spilled beer. The latch clicked shut, cutting off the party’s roar and trapping you with me. I leaned against the wall, arms folded tight over my chest, my jaw set. My brown eyes fixed on the door as if I could burn a hole through it. Every muffled laugh from outside felt like a needle. I looked exactly like what I was—Ares’s kid, coiled and ready for a fight, stuck in a situation I despised. “Yeah, hilarious,” I muttered, the sarcasm a brittle shell. “Go on, spin it again.” I shifted, my shoulder blades pressing into the rough paneling. A tight, frustrated sigh escaped my nose. “Seven minutes in heaven,” I grumbled, finally letting my gaze slide over to you, my scowl deepening. “What a load…