CLARISSE POV
I sat in the plane. I didn't want to eat. I didn't want to shower. My world fell apart. Never in my eighteen years of fighting, have i felt such pain.
"The first cut is the deepest, Clarisse." I whispered to myself. How could he? Leave me for Gretchen. I don't remember what happened yesterday, one moment Chris and i were having sex and then… blank. I just know, he broke up with me. I gave him my virginity, i gave him everything i could have, but i guess he was looking for perfection.
This confused me. Half of me, wanted to have Chris, to have his hands in mine and have him hug me so passionately. But on the other hand, i hated him, i wanted him far away from me, never wanted to see him again. I tried hard not to show any emotion, but i found it impossible not to let the tears fall. So i did. I felt my stomach aching, i thought i was about to throw up. I loved how he hugged me, but i'd never feel his arms wrapped around me again. I loved how he kissed me, but i'd never feel the touch of his lips to my lips again. I loved how he held my hand, even though it got sweaty after a while. I loved how he said he loved me, but now he'd be saying that to Gretchen. And i loved how he made love to me, but i'd never feel that pleasure again. I imagined in my head, the scene, Gretchen's naked body moving with Chris's, their lips touching, their tongues dancing together, her moans, them saying they love each other. I felt anger building up, i thought i was going to explode, tears fell desperately. I wanted to throw myself out of the window, i wanted to die.
"Psst" Someone with a book covering their face poked my shoulder on the seat next to mine.
"Huh?" I sniffed and tried to clean my face the best i could.
The man moved the book out of the way, he was tough and was wearing sunglasses. Slightly tanned skin, and huge arm muscles, his hair was very short and his hands were enormous. Oh my gods, then i realized who he was. I became more nervous than i already was.
"Are you going to cry a river or what?" He said rudely.
"No…I mean no sir." I held the tears back, the panic overcame the heartbreak.
"Ah Clarisse" He patted my shoulder heavily, "Clarisse, Clarisse, Clarisse" he sang, "You really don't understand what is going on, do you?" I kept my silence, "This is what i get for having daughters" he whispered, "It was a scheme."
"You know about this?" I asked.
"Don't think i don't keep on eye on my warriors in between fights. I know exactly what is going on." He took his knife and starting playing with it.
"Sir, no harmful items are permitted in the plain. How did you get in with that knife?" One of the flight attendants spotted him.
"Oh, they aren't permitted?" He said being overly sarcastic, he dropped the knife on the flight attendants foot, almost chopping off one of her fingers, "I guess it will have to be our little secret, no? This way, no one gets harmed." He whispered sarcastically, picking up his knife. The terrified flight attendant rushed off.
"That was awesome, sir" I complimented my father.
"Girl, the deal is, Aphrodite told me to warn you about some Giovanna, Giulia…"
"Gretchen?" I asked.
"Oh yes that." He said carelessly, "I've seen whats been going on. Or should i say, i've been trying to ignore half of what i'm seeing, you and your boyfriend are really getting it on." Oh my gods.
"Oh, i'm so embarrassed, father…sir." I blushed.
"Anyways, Clarisse. Gretchen is Aphrodite's daughter. Charmspeak."
"What? What are you talking about?" I wanted comfort.
"Do i have to explain everything to you? Isn't it clear enough? That Gretchen girl, Clarisse. Don't you remember? She was going to force you to jump off a cliff, she told Chris Rodriguez to choose, break up with you or make you suicide."
"WHAT?!" It came out louder than i wanted it to.
"Don't let her win, Clarisse." He said, "You are my daughter, i order you go back and fight for what you want." He said strictly.
"I can't. Father, she's so much better than i am." I said.
"Shut up Clarisse. Take this." He took a string. "Wear this around your ankle, Aphrodite's present, will protect you from Charmspeak."
"Thank you, sir" I took it gently from his hand, and put the anklet on.
"Now go there and fight, show that girl what you can do. And that Chris, tell him to watch out. You better not disappoint me Clarisse." He warned me.
It was the last word he said. I felt confused. How could she? It all made sense now, thats how she knew about me being a demigod. I wanted to kill her, i couldn't believe she could be so low. I knew she was bad, but not this bad. Making me suicide? Who the fuck does she think she is? She was going to pay for this, oh yes. I'd beat her up so bad, she wouldn't have any teeth left to Charmspeak. I am Clarisse La Rue, and my father didn't want disappointments. Besides, Chris loved me, he never chose her over me. I felt happy on one hand, because i could get Chris back. But i felt angry, mad, fuming on the other, and that motivated me, i was going to take the next flight back to Argentina and give that bitch something she'd remember.
A/N: Sorry for not posting much, but i was a little stuck on the story. I think i got it now :) Review guysssss! PLeaseee :) feel free to PM me with ideas.