Clarisse POV

I stared impatiently at the reflex in the blood stained mirror. My siblings thought that splashing animal blood on our only cabin mirror would make it how can I say, prettier. The laterals of the mirror all dirty and with a vacant spot when I "accidentally" punched it. The girl I saw in the mirror wasn't what I should call beautiful. She had coarse legs and arms, although muscular. A defined abdomen to pair with the large shoulders she has, just like a man. She does indeed have long light brown hair, up to the half of her back. In a black sports bra and dilapidated shorts and bare feet, she narrowed her eyes in angriness sighting the image at the mirror. Her brows were not even close to done, as broad and furry as a caterpillar crawling all over the yard. Her lips were slightly plump, but barely apparent under a huge cut that she herself had accidentally committed with the own sword. Brown infuriated eyes and healthy reddish, brownish cheeks, which over appeared above the vague tanned skin from training all day on the exposure to the sun. Well… there is one thing I forgot to mention about her. That girl was and still is… me.

Do not get me wrong in anyway, I am and extra confident and believe in my abilities to fight and for other stuff. But when it comes to appearance… let's say it is not my strong point. I have over forced face traces and a body way too muscular for a female face.

Then, a loud knock on the door made me out of my complex thoughts.

"Can someone please open the door?" I whispered, but right then felt like an idiot, remembering that I was alone in my cabin.

With hands across my bare chest and across my bra I opened the door to a minim that would barely let my head appear on the short space. Standing before my eyes, in a handsome smile crosswise his face and (oh gods!) Charming chocolate colored, almond shaped eyes with alternative eyelashes, of different sizes. In a camp shirt uniform and reddish brown boots under simple dark jeans. With a healthy, heavy tan from the sun light just like mine only heavier, since his origin is Hispanic. I stuck only my head out.

"Would you mind opening the door, so we can talk?" He inquired shyly.

"I can't… reasons." I justified, thinking about my bra, after all, why again was I in a black bra staring at my image on the mirror?

"Would you mind shutting up and coming inside, Rodriguez?" I questioned to Chris Rodriguez, to be precise: my own boyfriend.

"I can't… reasons." He mimicked me and sighed as I glared at him, "It is not allowed."

"It is not like we will have…hmm… yeah, you know what I am talking about."

"I know what you are talking about."

"Whatever." I blinked hard and shook my head in embarrassment. "Come." I opened the door, hiding my body behind the wood made door.

"What if we get caught?" He asked.

"Then… I do not care, Rodriguez. Besides, my cabin is on their way to here. "

"Oh I do."

"Yeah? Okay, see you later." I shut the door on his face and heard wining of pain outside my cabin.

"I just don't care enough." He said and pushed the door open a bit, I jumped. He entered the room and shut the door immediately. " Wha… What are you doing?" He asked.

"Ah this?" I glanced at my bra and pulled a purple shirt from the drawer and sucked it on my body.

"Yeah, better." His eyes became normal, not like hypnotized or something. "Easier talking to you now."

"So what are you here for?" I requested, of course there was something, there always is.

"Oh nothing" He made the ran over duck face, "Can't I pay someone I love a visit?"

"Hahaha… very funny." I taunted, he grabbed my waist, "Ah…Whoa…" I sighed as he placed a kiss gently on my lips. But when I blinked, my hands were running through his back ignoring the clothing, and trying to get rid of his shirt and kissing desperately.

"No…no" He pushed me gently away, "Not here, Claire. Not now." He smiled to make up for his rude words.

"Oh, okay. I know. I just overreacted… I think." I sighed ashamedly, I could not offer myself like this to a guy. I mean, it wasn't A GUY, it was my boyfriend and I guess that is what happens when you are eighteen and in love. Whoa… I promise never to say that again! It sounded so lovey-dovey. EW…

"So…" I started placing myself on my bunk, "What are you here for, and don't come kiss me again, or we will brake the rules."

"Okay, I'll get to the point." He gave up and sat on the other side of the bunk. "My mother just gave a wring on Connor's stolen phone."

"So?"

"She is getting married to Wesley next month, July. And she is throwing this huge party, with ladies in honor and all of those things. And she told me she'd like me to be there. So I'll be there in Argentina for her marriage."

"Oh okay, so when do you come back?" I asked checking my dirty nails and making a grossed out face.

"I only will return in two months, eight weeks, sixty days, a thousand, four hundred and forty hours and eighty six thousand and four hundred seconds without you." He got closer to me.

"Crazy. What are you inducing?" I inquired suspiciously.

"Well, that I'm going to miss you."

"I got that. Now what do you want from me?"

"Well, Clarisse. Mom told me that if in case I had a girlfriend I was supposed to bring her with me, because I had to have a pair. Otherwise, I'd have to get Cousin Marlene as a date and she is the grossest thing ever." Chris literally got to his knees and pleaded for me.

"No."

"Why?"

"No. Give me three reasons for me to go with you."

"One, it will give you some relaxing time out of camp, only you and me. Two, we can do whatever we want, whenever we want, if you get what I mean. And third…" He thought for a second. "Ah… please. PLEASE, I'M BEGGING YOU. COME WITH ME!"

"Chris, I don't know. Look" I pointed, "My cabin is here." Mark, Sherman and Xenia ripped open the door.

"Claire-" He was cut off.

"Uh… you guys know that you are breaking the rules. We saw you guys kissing from the window. All lovey-dovey, aren't you, Clarisse? You are so totally love drunk." Mark teased. I growled at him, but Chris held my arm.

"Look at me." Chris told me gently reaching for my chin with his right hand. I looked at him gently but felt a bit uncomfortable; I was as confused as I could be. "Come here" He got my chin gently again, "You think about it and you tell me at dinner, okay?" He kissed my head hair roughly and walked out the door.

"Ahhh…Clarisse has a boyfriend. Guys, I think that we'll sonly be uncles and aunts." Sherman teased.

"Come here!" I grabbed him by the neck and punched in a row of nine hard core punches followed… in the face. Let's say I had to carry him to the infirmary because he was blind and bloody and as a bonus had his tongue between his teeth making a bigger mess of blood.

I was the first one to take the shower that night, but I was decided that I would not leave camp to go along with Chris to the, ah… whatever. But I also kept thinking, Chris and I can't have time to ourselves and we've been dating since I was about fourteen. Four years dating and we wanted to try new things, new formats of love. Both of us… and we weren't going to experience more than a few hidden kisses in camp.

By the dinner time I was settled that I would not go.

"So, what is your answer?" He asked impatiently.

"Chris. I can't, okay? Don't bother trying any more."

"Oh, did I tell you that my almost girlfriend Gretchen is staying at the bedroom next to mine in the same house?"

Snap. Click, "Chris, pack your things. We're going to Argentina."