Clarisse La Rue

You and Clarisse were both on your bed, the two of you sitting in uncomfortable silence. You had gotten into a brutal fight with her just a few minutes ago, with her unwillingness to compromise the argument ended with no definitive winner. Neither of you were willing to apologize first, with your eyes still stinging with unshed tears from her harsh words and her bitter mood rendering her uneasy and nauseous.

After a few more tense minutes you looked to her, your hand slowly inching towards hers before pulling away. Leaving you wanting to cuddle with her, hoping for some kind of reassurance after the fight despite knowing you won't get any unless you say that you’re sorry. Still bitter about her words you got up and took the nearest plushy, sitting down on one of the chairs as your curled around the push animal. The hairs on the back of your neck raised uncomfortably as clarisse practically burned a hole into your neck with how hard she was staring. Clarisse's jealousy raising by the second, a smirk growing on your face knowing that she's extremely jealous of your plushies. You looked at her and smiled smugly, knowing that you’d won.

Angrily stomping over to you she took your plushie and threw it to the other side of the room, wrapping her arms around your waist as she curled up on the small couch with you. Angrily pressing kisses against your head as she hugs you close to her, a wicked glare on her face.

“Hate that stupid toy.. damn waste of space..”

She muttered softly, her intense glare directed towards the plushy lying on the ground a bit away.