Chapter 2 You Can't Be Serious

Clarisse POV

I sulked in the back seat of the Impala the smell of leather filled my nose an I stared glumly out the window. This has to be the worst day of my life, I grumbled angrily in the backseat as I felt the car jerk to a stop.

Tons of kids were standing in front of a building that I knew to be my school. The bleak brown paint just started back at me as a gruff voice filled my ears, "Don't be a brat" I turned my head to see my father had finally broken the silence.

His usually explosive eye sockets were replaced with gently red-brown eyes, but they were more red than brown. His deep brown hair stared back at me with light red highlights gleaming in the sun as I look to see my mother turning her head gently.

Her deep brown eyes lit up with this amusement as if to say that she won the augment weather I conceded or not. I took in a deep breath and tried my best not to lose my temper with my father. I finally got him to myself I didn't have to share him my sibling and I didn't have to have him with my mother.

I took in a heavy sigh "Yes father." He smiled gently at me but I could see this edge of anger in his eyes as he shifted her gaze to my mother.

"The next time that you want to spring this on either of us remember I can incinerate you." Mom scoffed as dad rude and harsh tone but it forces a smile to form on my face this is his way of defending me.

Mom turns her dangerous glare from me to my dad. She is pisted off that I choose to spend the year with dad he got a penthouse apartment in Long Island and mom didn't like the idea of moving from Arizona to here but he didn't tell her to move. She did that on her own.

I growled under my breath an I looked out to see that jerk Luke staring at me he had been trying to ask me out for weeks and I kept telling him no. "Clare-bear is a dear and goes outside would you I would like to speak with your mother."

I looked at my father his voice was tight and his eyes were dangerous as he looked at her. I'm sure that the two of them were about to get into another screaming match. But I didn't care I slowly started to get out the car when I ducked back in to get my red book bag.

The leather straps stared back at me as my father warm glared turned to me. I could tell that he was trying his best to keep from going nuclear. "I'll pick you up after school." I nodded my head and rushed out the car. The last thing that I wanted was to witness another one of their fights.

I trudged down the sidewalk anger burning in my veins the worst part does not only do she move with us but she also became a teacher at my new school. I have only been here two months and then magically out of nowhere my mom shows up on dad doors step asking where I was at.

Safe to say that my life has been a living hell since then. I was hoping that she would stay down in Phoenix but the moment that I left she applied to be the history teacher at my new school and low and behold she got the job.

I didn't even know that she ha a teaching license. She told me that she went the military straight from high school. But now I find this out.

I wanted to scream and curse but I knew that wouldn't solve my problems it wouldn't put together my life that my mother is ruining so I did my best to try and breath. But it felt like a losing battle when I saw Luke.

His smug smile and glowing bright blue eyes reminded me of the Apollo losers back at camp. The last thing I wanted to think about was camp to think about anything really. I'm just so mad that I would maintain and kill someone.

I took in a few deep breaths trying to get my anger stable but as Luke sauntered over to me I swear he thought that he was gods gift to humanity.

I wanted to come the punk the moment that he goes close. The moment that his arrogant voice echo in my ears all I wanted to do was punch in her face till he was unrecognizable.

"Hey, Clarisse when are you going to let me take you out on a date." Anger roared in my ears no matter how many time that I told him that I wanted nothing to do with him but he just wouldn't listen.

But I know that I could beat the crap out of him just because I was having a bad norming. At least not when my dad is sitting in the car arguing with my mother. I started to walk away brushing roughly against his shoulders when he reached out gripping tightly to my wrist. To the point that I felt it starting to bruise. I whirled around punching him in the jaw with the back of my hand.

His grip loosened and I knew I could just walk away but I jumped onto of him. My blood boiled with misguided anger as I threw a left hook and then a right. Hook after hook I could feel him breaking beneath me. People cheered him on like he had a chance in Hades that he would win.

I snarled in wild beast like rage as my first began to ache a burning pain rippled through shoulder blades as I did my best to keep pushing him. But with every punch that I threw, it started to hurt me as much as it hurt him.

My muscles felt raw as the burning ache in my first began to grow till I felt two strong pairs of hand pulling me off of the twerp. I there thrashed around but stopped when I noticed my father leaning firmly against his car.

A warning flared in his eyes they changed from their red-brown color to two nuclear explosions for a moment. Fear formed in my heart for a moment before I felt my body go numb and I dipped my head in shame as they dragged me through the crowd and in the hallway.

I knew that the student was probably sitting there in awe and fear as they watched the whipping that just happened. Luk spread across the ground covered in his own blood. But I couldn't enjoy my carnage I'm too worried about my father.

His rage-filled eyes haunted me as I stared off into space as a blank wall whipped past me. I knew that they were dragging me to the principal office. At this point, I should have my plank and chair.

They dropped me with a heavy thud as I watch the principal walk out, I gently turned my head careful looking around the office. There is no one here and that forced an idea to pop into my head. I snapped my thumb and middle finger together.

Mist ripple from my middle finger and thumbs. Clouding the principles eyes as he blinked rapidly of moment. His balding scalp staring back at me as I watched as his eyes ran over me. "Alright then head back to class and next time refrain from causing problems it's only your second month here."

I nodded my head gravely like I really cared what happened or not I growled lowly under breath as I walked down the hallway. Anger still burning bright in my vines but something else was there also this burying fear that my father wasn't going to be pleased with me when I came home.

Don't get me wrong he is a scary guy but he's also my dad there is nothing scary about him once you get over his hulking mass and burning red eyes. I took in a deep breath as I stood firmly in front of the door to 103.

My mother standing there firm a scowl on her face even if it looks like she was smiling she was really scowling. Rage lit up her bright brown eyes as she nodded firmly at me.

But I didn't move I didn't want to have to look at her if I could help it the last thing that I wanted was to have to deal with her judgy stare along with dad's rage.

So I simply stood there motionless not saying a word for what felt like an entirely when she voices her anger. A low sigh resonated in the air the kind that said you can come in here willing or I can make this into a big production. I wasn't a gambler so there was no way in hell I was going to take the chance that she is just bluffing.

My hand curled over the cold golden knob as I continued to walk into the room I didn't even bother to look at the other worms. I continued to walk in thinking they were below mean they had no reason to look at me. I simply collapsed on into my chair sinking further into my chair as I stared out the window.

I watched as the car whizzed by cars of all varieties, bright red and deep cobalt blue shine in the gleaming sunlight as I thought to what my dad might be doing.

Probably off in Afghanistan trying to kill off the enemy or stoking the fire of human rage somewhere in a desolate cave. Really it didn't matter at the moment not when I heard her call his gods forsaken name.

A burning fire was lit into my bones as I stared in amazement and fury as I noticed Percy Jackson sinking further into his seat as he timidly collapsed further into the seat. Trying his best not to be seen as I watched him with growing hate. This is the worst Monday ever, gods forbid I had an easy life form time to time.