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Clarisse POV

I almost liberated my tears of despair as I stuffed myself, rolled into a ball, knees to the chin, in the back made all leather, probably made especially for people full of cash ... as Gretchen. She, with her handmade clothes and designer, with her jewels made of gold and fiery hair that falls perfectly in small bunches curly, it appeared that she had left a catwalk. But under all her makeup and there was only one false sweetness redhead with rat face.

I knew this because she is as Drew, the leader of cabin of Aphrodite. But at least Drew has natural beauty that she covers with makeup ... But Gretchen was beautiful because she was a doll. With exaggerated makeup and nice clothes and fancy jewelry. Not sure if she is so beautiful, as seems to be. But who am I tricking, she does have natural charm and I bet she would do ANYTHING for Chris's attention. She is good with her words and is awesome with boys. As she told me, I am no rival for her.

"Clarisse, look ... is not what it seems. I've got nothing to her. I swear I do not want anything with her. She is nothing more than a friend to me."

Chris opened the door desperately, while Gretchen went beside him and Miss Rodriguez walked in the front seat. Chris tried to touch me, but I was so near the end, it seemed that the door would burst. Gretchen got into the car spreading her legs as if to show her panties and want to sift some more in front of Chris. But when she sat down, looked like a princess. One leg over the other, perfectly crossed, leaving her feet beautifully embedded in the heels that were probably Christian Laboutin.

"You bum, what do you think? That can tell me things, simple words and I'll believe perfectly in each of your lies." I almost spit in his face, literally. I closed my coat, upright to enter my cleavage of visionary; he could have as the best cleavage of Gretchen. But let me just tell you, half her breasts are bra pad, different of me.

"I swear by the River Styx that I love, I love you and do not love anyone else as a girlfriend. It is true, come here, let me hold you." She asked and looked at me with that face. That beautiful face he has two cute eyes that make me melt. That mouth that gets me out of mind...

"Oh, Chris ... Lo siento si he causado problemas. Pero, ¿cómo puedo ayudar? Es magnífico-eh".Gretchen gently laid her left hand on her forehead, and threw her head back seductive. The other hand placed near the neck of the chest, and said those confusing words in a sensual breathing.

"This she call me a chicken or something?" I inquired Chris.

"No. She said she laments is she caused any problems, but she can't help it if I am so… handsome." He said shyly.

"No me importa, Gretchen, creo que encantador. Pero creo que hay que respetar a mi novia cree que exagerando. Es bien cuimenta mismo. No se ofenda ". Chris told her.

"Please, Clarisse. Stop being like this and let me have you, please." He tried.

I have to admit that he wanted his hand entwined among mine, and wanted his arms resting on my waist. And I wanted to be hot rolled among his body. But did not know, not sure he still had it as a boyfriend. Until he touched my hand, a touch I was sure would not give it up because there was no one in this world who would love me more than this idiot.

He pressed his full lips on the skin of my neck, and with his right arm, hugged my body. I wanted more of it, I felt protected and above all warm. More something stopped me, something called Gretchen, who passed her arm behind the head of Chris.
"Hmm .." I groaned, wanting more.
"Today. Night. Me and you. We are eating out alone, okay?" He proposed, trying to get closer to me.
"I love you, okay? Do not you dare forget ..." He whispered to me, kissing my head. Most felt it was kind of lip service ...