Here's chapter two of my redo, I hope its decent. On another note, it's confession time: I don't pre-write these I just sit at my computer for hours revising one copy and trying to come up with ideas. So please don't hate me for my lack of ability to be in the slightest bit professional.

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I don't think I've ever hated anyone in my life more than Percy Jackson. Or Prissy as I've come to know him. That good for nothing, I-cant-even-out-run-a-tree son of Poseidon always shows up at the last second to take all the fucking glory and it pisses me off. He doesn't even try and do the right thing he just so happens to be in the right place at the right time. Like when he just had to appear with his little band of misfits when the Colchis bulls attacked the border. Stupid son-of-a-bitch got to play hero again.

"Clarisse I don't know why you can't at least say thank you, I mean I saved your life and all."

"I could have gotten myself out of the way in time and you know it, Prissy." Not that I'll ever admit it, but maybe I wouldn't have.

"My name is Percy not Prissy." He said crossing his arms and giving me look that just screamed that he thought I was stupid. I did my level best to send the most hateful glare I could muster.

"Well I personally don't see much of a difference." It worked. I mentally high-fived myself when I saw him wince under my ruthless gaze. Ha, whose all-high-and-mighty now Jackson? He seemed to get over the fact that he wanted to piss himself fairly quickly, much to my displeasure, and just rolled his eyes at me. "Whatever Clarisse, just don't expect me to be around to save you next time."

I didn't answer him, as I walked away, I probably would have just decked him anyways. And I cant afford to get kitchen duty again after I just got off for slugging Will. Not my fault all the pansies at this camp deserve a good punch in the face, and since I couldn't do that I need to do the next best thing: rant. That's why I was headed to the back of the Hermes Cabin.


"Get up I need to rant." I said waking Chris with a swift kick to the ribs. He sat up groggily running his hands through his hair making it look absolutely ridiculous and whole lot messier.

"Good morning to you too Sunshine." He said, still clearly disorientated. "It's three in the afternoon, dumbass."

"Oh okay. Wait so why did you so rudely wake me up again?" He questioned.

"I need to rant, and it wasn't rude, it was effective." I stated matter-o-factly.

"You call kicking me in the ribs effective? There were about ten different, might I add nicer ways you could have woken me up."

"As much as your logic fascinates me, we're off topic here." I said, I was seriously getting impatient here.

"Okay shoot." That's what I like about Chris he's the only one at this gods-forsaken camp who even gives a shit about my opinion not to mention he's the only one who ever takes my side in anything what-so-ever.

And thus began my 10 minute rant on all the reasons why Percy Jackson could kiss my ass.

"...I mean and he thinks he just gets to prance around and own the place all because Luke decided to jump ship and he just so happened to bring back a lightning bolt he didn't even find!" As I finished I looked over at Chris waiting for his input.

"Dudes an asshole, I say we just kick his ass back to his mom's apartment and call it a day." This is exactly why we were friends. Everyone thought it was weird that a 14 year old daughter of Ares was friends with a freakishly tall, unclaimed 15 year old. But hey, screw the masses we had each others backs any day.

"But I do think you should get the wrist looked at." And then he's back to being annoying.

I rolled my eyes at him. "Whatever I'll do it later, its just a sprain." That's when this kind of tense silence fell over us. We just didn't know what to say to each other anymore. It started happening ever since Silena "suggested" that I liked him. Like liked him. Like more than a friend. I just couldn't get it out of my head. And by the way he's been acting, I'm almost positive she's been harassing him about it too.

Just thinking about that girl makes me clench my teeth. She just had to go and start stirring up rumors that weren't true. It was ruining Chris and my friendship. We only had each other.

Chris was friendly sure even if he was a little on the sarcastic side. But he was bitter, and that's what drove people away. I mean I would be too, if my dad still hadn't claimed me after 5 years. It was almost like he didn't want friends, like he wanted to be left alone by everybody. Except for me.

Me on the other hand, I wasn't friendly at all, and I had way too much in the sarcasm department. People just didn't like me in general. But I'd gotten used to the insults people would throw at me. I know I'm scary and headstrong and mean, but it still gets to me on some rare occasions.

Even I needed a friend sometimes and Chris always stepped up to the plate when I needed him, and I did the same for him. It was our system, and Silena had to go and fuck it up with her "Aphrodite senses". I can't fucking stand her.

All emotional, cliche thoughts aside, as I came back to reality I had the uncanny feeling of being watched. I looked up to see him starring at me with a blank expression on his face. I cocked an eyebrow at him when he brushed a piece of hair that had escaped my bandana behind my ear.

This was getting to weird for me.

I stood up quickly. "Thanks for listening to me even though I did kick you." I said with a smirk.

"No problem Claire bear its what I'm here for." He had that sarcastic smirk on his face now. "Don't call me that Rodriguez, I'll kick you again." I said with a gracious roll of the eyes.

"Never stopped me before, now get out of here I need my beauty sleep." He said as he lay back down shifting this way and that to get comfortable.

I smiled slightly and I rolled my eyes as I walked back to Cabin 5. That boy was something entirely in his own. It was refreshing considering all the unoriginal, ass wipes that are this camp.

He's annoying and all together a weirdo. He's my best friend.

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Well there it is. A bit longer than the first chapter, and hopefully a bit better. Tell me what you think in the reviews, I love feedback. Thanks so much to those of you who read this. I'm really trying my best at writing and I think I'm getting better at it. I hope Clarisse wasn't too OOC considering all the emotional crap I put in here. Oops.