The walk to her cabin was extremely quiet, yet peaceful. Most people weren't awake at these times except the Centaurs and the Hermes kids looking to cause trouble by setting up pranks in various areas. Many of them found that out the hard way. She approached her cabin, climbing the steps; she went for the doorknob until it was pulled from her when the door flung open. Before her was a fit strawberry blonde girl dressed in skinny jeans and a pink and white baseball tee. Not only that but when their eyes met, her lips curled into a large smile. Clarisse knew what was coming but she couldn't react quick enough when she bolted towards her.

"CLARISSE!" screamed Clarisse's best friend and half-sister, Jess. Her arms flew open and wrapped around Clarisse's chest, Clarisse yelping at the sudden contact.

"Hi Jess." She said breathlessly as she tried to peel her body off hers. Thankfully, she let her go, only to have her hand pulled and yanked into the cabin. The Ares cabin wasn't luxurious like the Big Three's or the Hermes Cabin, one can imagine why the Hermes cabin looks so luxurious. But it was definitely homey, it was spacious and had a tense yet relaxing atmosphere. There's a basement, where the Ares children can go to train whenever they want. And the rooms were upstairs, divided into two, boys and girls.

And because it was so spacious, there was so much we could add, the boys added their video games, and some of our girls added a bigger wardrobe, which Clarisse found disturbing. Sadly there aren't that many Ares kids to begin with, there has to be at least five of each gender, but in comparison to the others, like the Aphrodite and Hermes cabin, they were tiny. This was one of the things that really did matter to Clarisse, she knew that Ares had a lot of children on Earth, and she planned on finding each of them, bringing her family together.

Jess pulled her into the living room and sat her onto the couch.

"So?" Jess inquired, pulling Clarisse down onto the couch, demanding an answer to a question Clarisse didn't know.

"What?" she responded, trying to get a hold on what was going on.

"Who is it?" Clarisse was still puzzled. But Jess wouldn't quit; she knew that Clarisse knew what she wanted to know

"Who are you talking about?" she furrowed her eyebrows; it was beginning to get really annoying for her.

"The Guy." a voice sounded from across the living room. Clarisse looked up to see Jordan, another one of her half-sisters.

"What guy?" she asked, half clueless. She was partially scared, had they known about Percy. Did they see her at the other end of the lake with Percy? Her heart began to race, hoping they hadn't.

"Your clothes." Jordan said, gesturing to her clothes. Clarisse looked down and remembered. She was dressed in Percy's clothes, clothes that would be easy to determine to be for men. The shirts length was a little too long but the width seemed to have fit her snugly. The shorts on the other hand were below her knees, definitely not her size. The only thing keeping them up was the strap tightening the waistband.

"What about my clothes?" she said in an attempt to play off they were her clothes. Jordan shot her the "are you serious" look. She began walking to Clarisse

"Well your clothes aren't your clothes." She then tugged collar, flipping it. "Who's A.J.?"

"Who?" now even Clarisse was questioning who was A.J. She could only assume that the J was Jackson, but the A? Where did she even get the name?

"There are initials on the underside of the collar, it says A.J. So tell me, who is A.J?" Jordan explained following up with a question. Clarisse began to panic, she didn't know what to say, wearing a shirt that belonged to some other guy was a clear signal and the initials on the collar only confirmed it.

Clarisse looked towards Jess, looking towards her in distress. Jess immediately knew she didn't feel comfortable with Jordan. So she stood and walked up to Jordan.

"I don't think now is the time Jordie." She said, detaching her hand from her collar and lightly pushing her from Clarisse. Jordan just backed off with her hands up and walked away. When she left the room, Jess dragged Clarisse up the stairs into the girl's room. The room was empty and dark, the window blinds were shut and none of the bedside lamps were on. Likely 6 in the morning and no one was is bed, unlike the other cabins.

The Cabin of Ares established training sessions in the morning, being optional of course. Although, nearly all of the children of Ares attended them, mostly because Clarisse was very convincing and the children of Ares wouldn't want to miss out on a chance to battle.

Jess made herself a seat on her bed and sat Clarisse down. She then stood before Clarisse with her hands on her hips and a serious glare on her face.

"Thank you Jess. For getting me out of there." Clarisse apologized.

"That doesn't matter Clarisse. What is going on? What happened back there?" Jess questioned with a slight angry tone in her voice. Clarisse understood why she should be mad, she'd been out all night, only to return in someone else's clothes and doesn't even want to explain to anyone why it happened and what happened.

"I-I-He-" Clarisse sputtered, trying to deliver her message only to result in failure. She felt blood rush to her cheeks, as she remembered what had happened no less than an hour ago. It only got worse when her eyes met Jess's again. It was difficult to tell Jess of what happened, not because she spent the night at Percy's place or that she had to run to a random cabin because it was raining and she was dressed in only her beach clothes. But because Percy did more than just help her, he cooked for her; he clothed her, and even confessed he didn't want to fight anymore. It made her feel like an evil human being, being the one who started and encouraged the rivalry.

"Well?" Jess spurred on, insistent on getting an answer from her. "I'm your best friend Clarisse. You can tell me anything, I won't judge you."

Clarisse smiled, but still wasn't brave enough to tell her. Jess caught this on quickly.

"It couldn't have been that bad, or good, with the guy-" there was a pause as Jess brought her finger to her chin "was it even a guy?"

Clarisse's eyes widened, as she understood where she had just gone with this.

"NO! No! No no no no no. It was a guy."

"Finally, at least you confirmed it was a guy." Clarisse frowned as Jess said this in a serious tone. "You're going to have to tell me who it is. Seeing as you are super-sensitive about this, it is either someone at this camp or a celebrity."

There was a long silence after Jess narrowed it down. Clarisse feared answering it truthfully as it may just narrow it down further.

"It's a celebrity…" she said a little to quickly.

"Okay so it's someone at this camp." Clarisse hated this about Jess, being able to tell if she was lying because they've been roommates and sisters for years, you tend to grow used to each other to the level of knowing if the other is lying or being truthful. She began to list down campers at Camp Half-Blood from various cabins, some of which she didn't even know.

Five minutes passed until she finally reached an all too familiar name.

"Jackson?" her eyes shot up, she'd been staring at the wooden floor, her eyes tracing the greaves in the wood.

"Jackson Burkley? Really?" Jess clarified and asked in shock. Jackson Burkley was a Hephaestus kid; he was barely seventeen and short with dirty blonde hair. Not only that but he was immature and hung around the Hermes cabin a lot. Clarisse shook her head to tell Jess it wasn't him, dropping her head to stare at the ground again. Although, that wasn't the only answer she got from Clarisse.

"Jackson." She said, this time it wasn't a question. Clarisse looked at Jess curiously. Jess's face didn't look curious or have that "fun" spark behind them when she'd been listing out the names.

"Jess?" Clarisse asked, trying to get her to tell her why she'd said Jackson's name again.

"Perseus Jackson." This time Clarisse's face ran redder than it had before; she brought her hands to her face to mask the "shame" and emotions she was going through. She felt her back hit the mattress of the bed as she brought herself to a lying form.

She laid there, how long? No one knows. The embarrassing silence only came to a halt when a snicker was heard beside her, from the only person that could be next to her, Jess.

Clarisse peeled her hands off her face to peer at Jess; she was actually giggling at her.

"What is it? You found out who it was, congratulations. Don't need to make it worse." Jess's laughter softened.

"I'm not laughing because it is Percy. But because you were so scared to tell me it was Percy."

Clarisse sat up this time, her face red with on-going embarrassment and her eyes glaring at Jess questionably.

"But it's Percy." Clarisse said simply.

"Exactly. It is just Percy. Sure you've been rivals for years. Sure he's the Son of Poseidon. But you can't tell me that her is not a bad guy."

Clarisse struggled to come up with something to counter her statement. She couldn't do anything but agree that Percy was in fact a good guy.

"You're right but it's Percy. My enemy. My rival." Was Clarisse's attempt to make sense of her motivations. Jess shook her head and giggled once more, putting her hand over her mouth to mask it.

"Not only that but he is the most eligible bachelor of the camp. Not to mention a looker." Jess concluded with a cheesy smile. Clarisse's jaw dropped when she heard this. She never thought Jess saw Percy as one of the better guys in the camp. She believed she succeeded in getting her entire cabin to side with her when she said that the Son of Poseidon was as ugly as the seaweed you'd find at the seafloor. Then there was Jess, who just called Percy Jackson a looker and an eligible bachelor.

Clarisse then thought back to the recent morning, when she woke up to Percy cooking at the stove with the tightest possible t-shirt, outlining his muscular frame. She stopped herself when she realized she was adoring his body.

"You're dumb Clarisse. You are really dumb. And before you go on and try to make sense of your argument, tell me the rest of this story." And so she did. Clarisse hesitated countless times when she approached the parts when he was clothing her, and when she woke up. But she managed to get the whole story out; she knew Jess would probably be the only one in the entire camp, aside from Chiron, who would be most helpful and understanding.

Chiron is one of the counsellors and had taught many known heroes throughout history, from Perseus to Percy Jackson. He was the nicest, most reliable, most trustworthy centaur in the world to most people. But he was definitely not one of the people you would run to if you were in the situation Clarisse was in at the moment. Chiron was wise, but he was still a teacher, but not a best and close friend like Jess.

Once Clarisse finished her explanation of the night, and morning of course, Jess wasn't snickering or smiling this time. Instead she had the kind of face that yelled, "Are you Dumb."

"What?" Clarisse asked.

"You're an idiot, you know?" Clarisse was confounded by now.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me? The Strongest Daughter of Ares in Camp Half-Blood is an idiot. You missed an opportunity when it was practically handed to you on a silver platter."

"What the hell are you talking about?" This was the time one of the Ares kids decided to bang on the doorway. Grasping the attention of both ladies, he spoke

"There is a meeting for cabin counsellors in the Big House. That means you La Rue." Clarisse nodded as she pushed herself off the bed. She turned to look back at Jess when she reached the doorway.

"We're not done here." She made her exit and descended down the staircase to the front door of the cabin.

When she left the cabin, the camp was definitely populated at the moment. There were kids running around with wooden swords, and there were other demi-gods duelling about on the pathways with practice blades. Archers on cliff, aiming their bows down at the hay targets meters away from them.