For the entire camp, Chris had marked his own death sentence. A horrible, terrible, and painful death sentence.
And he didn't care.
None of the eldest campers could say that they had ever seen Clarisse without her bandana. Not a single one.
Until now.
Chris was sitting with his half-siblings at the Hermes's table with the red bandana tied around his wrist as he ate his breakfast as if nothing was happening and people weren't staring and talking about him.
One of his sisters looked at him, leaning on the table.
"Did you steal it? How?"
"Stealing it." It was so funny for him to see all the camp going crazy with him stealing one of the most precious things Clarisse has ever had.
It wasn't the first time he did it, though. Actually, he's always been stealing her bandana and the campers never noticed it because she's always managed to take it back. Clarisse had the habit of taking it off and put it on all the time because she couldn't just put her hands down. And he always takes the opportunity when he sees one.
So when Clarisse finished her breakfast, she just stood up and walked to the Hermes's table as all the campers held their breath and kept as quiet as they could be. Reaching out her hand, she ordered him to give it back to her.
Chiron stared, hoping they wouldn't fight. He liked the couple and liked how Chris could calm Clarisse down when she got angry.
Besides that, he didn't want to stop a fight so early in the morning.
Chris just chuckled.
"I told you I was going to take it if you don't give me my jacket back. And I'm going to keep my word, thanks."
"I don't have your stupid jacket. I don't even know where it is; so give me my bandana back and look once again your siblings' stuff."
One of his half-brothers frowned, whispering how they were always the ones to blame. Both ignored him.
"I'll give you the bandana if you give me my jacket– And I know that you have it; you were the last to wear it."
"And I gave it back to you, di immortales!"
Chris stood up, stretched like a cat and looked at her. He could tell she was going from annoyed to really mad. He relaxed a bit, trying not to make her even madder.
"You did not," he said.
"Yes, I did!"
"Hum, guys? We're trying to have breakfast here." Connor waved at them, trying to get their attention.
"Whatever," Chris said. He untied the bandana and held it. "If I don't get my jacket back after the campfire, I'm going to steal it again, ok?"
"Don't you dare. I don't have it, but if I put my hand on it I'll burn it, just for revenge." Clarisse put her bandana on, turned around and went out of the Dining Pavilion. The campers started to talk again.
"Man, it was you, right?" The girl who had spoken before whispered to Connor who smiled innocently. "Oh, man! You better leave it on his bed before they get mad for real. You know how they are. It starts as a joke, an innocent game, and then they really get mad and–"
"I know it, Maribel. I'll give it back, I promise. Just let me have some fun first."