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Summary: You and your ex best friend reconnect at a secret Demi-god party literally.
Summer ended months ago and so did you friendship with your best friend Clarisse.
Warning: sexting,bullying,underage drinking,kissing,jealousy,toxic.
Friends to enemies
“Now we’re up against
The wall and she’s
calling me baby”
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You were at school and you could’ve sworn it was the hottest day of the season
Odessa got a notification on her phone ( you’ve been invited to camp half blood celebration)
You had one thought “Those people will call anything a celebration” You raised your eyebrow as you read more into it. You did wanna catch up with your friends to gossip and talk shit after not seeing them for so long. But you didn’t wanna see…her
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Last summer
Clarisse had been acting fidgety the whole morning
She only spoke to you once but it seemed like she was being distant the whole week. She’s been on her phone constantly sending selfies to whoever being all secretive. I walked in on her sending someone a picture of her in a bra that I gifted her because it suits her better. She brushed off the topic just saying she was sexting a guy from her school and that I should drop the whole thing.
Weirdo.
You guys were at breakfast when she suddenly checked her watch looking straight at you looking guilty. “I’m gonna be right back, the food is passing right through me.” She said looking at our friend group.
“Do you want me to come wait with you?” I offered
“No, I’m fine go back to eating or something fatty.”
She always made jokes with the girl but this one seemed more personal because she didn’t laugh as she usually did after. I put my breadstick down and stared at her in disbelief as she walked away and out of the dining hall. “I wonder Who’s up her ass today,” I say but it’s inaudible to others. I moved my food away from me and sat there looking at my other friends. I’m fucking hungry and she ruined it.
Then I decided I’d had enough of her odd behavior and I was gonna tell her to fuck off. I looked over at my distracted friends who were watching some new boy named Percy, “Guys I’m gonna go catch up with Clarisse.” One of them spoke “Yeah sounds good” They were just distracted by him so I left.
Odessa walked out of I dining hall and looked around for Clarisse as she saw Clarisse about to enter the wooded area looking to see if anyone saw her Odessa hit behind a cabin. “Where is she going?”
Clarisse entered the woods looking sketchy as hell
I followed behind her closely as she looked paranoid she walked for 5 minutes and then suddenly stopped in an empty area I hid behind a bolder as she just stood there looking at her watch. I quickly got tired of being hidden so I wanted to just get up and talk to her but that’s when a familiar boy walks towards her. “That’s my fucking ex,” I whispered under my breath. Clarisse smiled at the boy “Took you long enough.” She walked towards him. Odessa wanted to scoff at this interaction but remained quiet. There was no way in hell her best friend would’ve snuck off to see her ex behind her back
They had been best friends since they were kids there’s no way in hell that Clarisse would do anything to disobey her friend's trust like that.
Then she watched as their lips connected.
“Oh” she whispered under her breath.
My Clarisse with Luke castellan . I hated them both.
Things escalated quickly when their camp shirts were thrown across the ground. If felt wrong to stay even if it was an act she felt was against her. Clarisse had her legs wrapped around Luke’s torso as they made out
“Tell me I’m better than her” Clarisse had told the boy to say. Luke smiles “You better than Odessa,” he says breathlessly
Odessa had had enough and snuck out of her spot and carefully walked towards their shirts taking them and crawling away from the area heading back towards the camp. The girl had thrown their shirts in the ocean, watching as they floated away.
She couldn’t believe what she just saw. She wasn’t shocked just disappointed in her best friend. Out of all the guys at camp, why did it have to be her ex-boyfriend and her Clarisse? “Fuck this feeling.”
She wiped her tears and fixed her face to go into act two Playing dumb. She walked back into the dining hall and towards their friend group. She put on a fake worried look. “Guys I think something happened with Clarisse she isn’t back yet, I went to go look for her but I can’t find her. I said fake panicked. My performance got the attention of the group. The friend group told everyone to go around camp and look for Clarisse. They listened. It was a lost camper after all just sat outside near the campfire while people comforted me as I put on my pretended to be in distress. They said things like like. “Don’t worry we will find her” “I bet she’s gonna turn up” or “We know how much she means to you” She doesn’t mean jack shit anymore, all those years of friendship are over.
I turned to look over at a stressed topless Clarisse coming out of the woods others stopped their search. others ran over as she covered her chest with her arms “Clarisse what happened are you okay?” I hear them say. “I just stood there in front of her quietly. I have nothing to say to her.
She finally spoke after 10 questions “I’m fine does anyone have an extra shirt?” Our friends run into a cabin and get her one. “Did you enjoy it?” I whispered to her while people were distracted. “What?” She said a bit worried as if I knew something. Our friends came back to hand her a shirt. She put it on Luke came out of the woods. That’s when people whispered and stepped back.
Luke then spoke “she got lost I was helping her?” He states “bullshit.” I say at pointing at him people then put two and two together “oh did you guys just…” another councilor asks. “That’s like kinda evil.” Another person states. I looked the girl dead in her face “You are dead to me.” I stormed away into the Aphrodite cabin. I didn’t talk to her for the remainder of camp.
Our friend group forgave her after a while because they felt bad, but then again it wasn't their exes she hooked up with so I didn't blame them
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Months later and a new summer is about to start I texted my friends that I was going to the party
I needed to get out more anyway I don’t care if Clarisse la rue had been there she wouldn’t be the reason I chose to stay inside for the rest of my life because she was a backstabbing two-faced-
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Odessa walked through the doors for the party the first thing that was seen was two guys sword-fighting for a bag of Sour Patch Kids. The girl rolled her eyes and went to find her friends. She saw people looking at her from the corner of her eyes she was stunning and she knew it too. Her too was a cropped black top that almost looked like a bra with some dark blue low-rise jeans showing off her hips perfectly with some fuzzy black boots matching her top. Her hair was done into a bun with a side swoop with curly pieces falling in front of her face
She don’t bring a bag because 1. Things get stolen
2. She only needed her phone with was in her pocket.
Her lip combo was pink with red lip liner and some cute lashes/mascara she smelled amazing from using her strawberry body oil from TikTok shop.😏
She looked hot like always all she was missing was her friend group *she found them doing shots in the kitchen one by one in a contest she looked down the line of people laughing at how silly they looked
Then her eyes met hers for the first time in months
The curly-haired girl was also watching their friends from across the counter but now her eyes were on you. Looking into your soul as if she knew what was behind it. You returned the favor staring straight at her. She started to look at what you were wearing her eyebrows knitted at your shirt as she walked towards you “What the hell are you wearing” she laughed. You gave her a bitchy look “I took inspiration from you” Odessa said smiling in her face. Clarisse was confused but then remembered the day they stopped being friends. Clarisse scoffed “I think I wore that bra a bit better than you huh?” Clarisse said referring to the time you gifted her a bra set that she wore for your ex. That’s when Luke came up behind her handing her a drink. You weren’t jealous you could never be jealous… as if could ever be… Jealous. Odessa scrunched her nose. “How cute, I’m gonna go barf now” she indicated as she pretended to put her finger down her throat walking off as she made eye contact with The other woman who was just in front of her face
Hours into the party everyone was either buzzed or drunk people ate like there was no tomorrow. Odessa’s friends handed her a vape but she declined knowing it would lead to her being hungry. She didn’t want to eat too much knowing her stomach was out in the open. She started to worry about her weight after Clarisse had made comments when they were friends. She then took out her phone and opened a notification from a random Snapchat user she added earlier. Spiteful_goddess. She opened the snap from them which read “Meet me in the bathroom” showing a picture of a bathroom from the second floor. Her friend Annabeth looked over at her phone “That could either be a serial killer or a hot hookup waiting to happen.” You looked at her confused “Is there no in-between?” You ask “No.” She said leaning back as she ate a slice of pizza. “Well, I trust you to tell my story? Of how I lived a good life and all that” you tell her walking away to find whoever sent you the text
You heard a group of guys whistle when you walked up the stairs and ignored them all guys are pigs
You asked the person to send another snap of the bathroom because there were about 3 upstairs you spot one of your friends making out with her boyfriend and going into one of the bathrooms.
“Not that one.” You got a notification on your phone looking as you saw the bathroom was connected to a bedroom you walked into the only one open and looked for the bathroom. She then opened to door slowly half expecting to get stabbed. She looked around the dark bathroom confused
She turned on the light to find a gorgeous girl sitting on the countertop of the sink. A voice spoke to her “Hey bestie”
You weren’t surprised only someone obsessed with you would make a whole new Snapchat account and make you chase them around a house of drunk horny teenagers. She hopped off the counter and shut the door behind you to keep you from running off. You stare at her blankly. “Clarisse did you wanna check up on me and see if I had another ex you can steal or?”
I asked her sassily. She rolled her eyes “Listen I get it what I did was shitty but you don’t get it Odessa.” She said as if she had the right. Now she was making me mad “ I don’t get what? you backstabbing me? Because you’re fucking right I don’t get it!” I yelled in her face “People use to compare us 24/7 I got tired of it it was always, Odessa is better than Clarisse at this or even Odessa has a better this and all that bullshit” she yelled back “So yeah maybe I hooked up with your ex just to see if I was better than you in some ways than others, so forgive me for trying something new” she continued.
I gave her the most unapologetically pleasing face “ You can try new anywhere with anyone and chose fucking Luke? Why? What did I ever do to make you hate me?” Tears threatened to leave the girls eyes as she yelled at Clarisse again. “He always praised you like you were his most prized possession. “I wanted something like that.” Clarisse said softly. “Something like what?” You asked her she looked you straight in your face “Something like you… a prized possession” At this point she backed you into the wall her hand on your hip and the other reaching towards your phone. “What are you doing?” Odessa asked the girl. Clarisse grabbed your phone and set it on the counter looking back at you. She wiped your tears and kept her hands on your face “I know you saw us in the woods the day.” She stared into her eyes “I’m not mad about the shirt thing either. And I’m sorry for what I did to you… to us and our friendship.”
“I just don’t know how to handle my feelings towards you and I come up with dumb shitty ideas that are not right in any way whatsoever,” she says
You look at her in shock “Did Clarisse la rue just apologize to someone?” You ask. She looked at you seriously “She did.” She looked at her eyes “Are you drunk?” You ask in a hushed tone. Clarisse looked at your lips then your eyes “No.” Her hands brush your hair out of your face as she leans in to kiss you. It was a passionate kiss she held you like she never wanted to let go and this would be the last time ever she would have to touch you again. She wanted to make it last. She moves her leg towards the girl's heat, not breaking the kiss. Odessa gasped allowing access for Clarisse to slip her tongue in •
She felt intoxicated by the kiss moving her hands to rummage through the other girl's hair and pulling it Clarisse let out a breathy moan Clarisse pressed her leg harder against the girl's heat as she did this Odessa let out a quiet moan As they kissed and fought for dominance. Odessa opened the bathroom door leading them into the bedroom the fell onto the bed breaking the kiss Odessa was straddling Clarisse looking down at her
As they reconnect lips the door bursts open a random guy enters “PARTYS BEING RAIDED” he yelled as he ran out of the room. Both girls looked at each other confused as they looked in the hallway of people running wild trying to either hide or get out of the house. I grabbed Clarisse's hand “We should leave.” They Ran out of the room and through the back door pushing through drunk teens yelling that the police were outside they laughed as they made it out and a block down, Still holding hands.
“That was a shit show” Clarisse says
“You’re my shit show” Odessa replies
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proll4you · 2 days
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Es war ein kalter Morgen, als ich meinen ersten Tag bei der Logistikfirma antrat. Die grauen Betonwände des Lagerhauses wirkten düster und erdrückend. Mein neuer Chef empfing mich mit einem strengen Blick. “Hier zählt nur Leistung”, sagte er knapp und wies auf die Tafel, auf der das Mitarbeiter-Ranking prangte.
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Die Atmosphäre im Lagerhaus war nicht nur von Leistungsdruck geprägt, sondern auch von einem strengen Dresscode. Unser unnachgiebiger Chef, legte besonderen Wert auf das äußere Erscheinungsbild seiner Mitarbeiter. Wir alle trugen Bomberjacken, Baggy-Hosen und weiße Sneaker – eine Uniform, die uns zu einer Art anonymen Masse machte.
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Die Bomberjacken hingen schwer auf unseren Schultern, als wir die Pakete schleppten. Die Baggy-Hosen flatterten um unsere Beine, während wir uns durch die engen Gänge kämpften. Und die weißen Sneaker – ach, die weißen Sneaker! Sie waren unser Stempel, unser Markenzeichen. Jeder Fleck, jeder Kratzer wurde von Herrn Müller persönlich bemerkt und kommentiert.
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“Sauber halten!”, brüllte er uns an, wenn er einen Schmutzfleck auf einem Schuh entdeckte. “Ihr repräsentiert diese Firma, verdammt nochmal!” Und so polierten wir unsere Sneaker in unserer Mittagspause.
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Die Bomberjacken versteckten unsere Erschöpfung, die Baggy-Hosen verbargen unsere zitternden Beine. Und die weißen Sneaker – sie waren unser Schutzschild gegen die harten Blicke der Kollegen und die ständige Angst vor dem Ranking. Denn Herr Müller hatte uns klargemacht: Wer nicht nur die geforderte Leistung erbrachte, sondern auch das richtige Image verkörperte, hatte eine Chance auf den Aufstieg.
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Jeden Morgen versammelten wir uns vor dieser Tafel. Die besten drei Mitarbeiter erhielten eine Prämie, die letzten drei mussten das Lager kehren und das Büro des Chefs aufräumen. Ich fand mich immer am Ende der Liste wieder obwohl ich wirklich hart arbeite, während meine Kollegen Kaffee tranken, an ihren Handys spielten und sich entspannten. Sie lachten über meine Anstrengungen, während ich die schweren Pakete schleppte und mich durch den Alltag kämpfte.
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Die Plakate mit dem Slogan “Work hard, play hard” hingen überall im Lager. Ein ironischer Witz, wenn man bedachte, dass ich kaum Zeit zum Durchatmen hatte. Jeder Tag bestand aus Schikanen, Anbrüllen und Erniedrigung, weil ich nicht die geforderte Leistung erbrachte. Ich fühlte mich wie ein Versager, der in einem Hamsterrad gefangen war.
Eines Tages betrat ich das Büro und sah etwas, das mich schockierte. Einer meiner fiesesten Kollegen kniete vorm Chef und hatte dessen Schwanz im Maul. Mir wurde plötzlich klar, wie die Bewertungen auf dem Ranking zustande kamen. Es ging nicht nur um harte Arbeit, sondern auch um andere “Qualitäten”.
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Ich fühlte mich betrogen und erniedrigt. Aber ich beschloss, nicht aufzugeben. Ich würde weiterhin mein Bestes geben und gleich morgen meinem Chef signalisieren, dass ich das System nun verstanden habe und mich ihm beugen würde. Ich wollte auch bei den anderen dabei sein und nicht auf den letzten Plätzen herumhängen.
Es war zwar gegen meine Überzeugung, aber am Ende der Woche war ich im guten Mittelfeld. Was so eine halbe Stunde alleine im Büro des Chefs ausmachte. Der Geschmack in meinem Maul hing mir zwar den ganzen Tag nach, aber der Kaffee, den ich jetzt trank, während die anderen neuen Kollegen schuften, übertönte diesen.
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F R I D A Y
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jodielandons · 7 months
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Remember The Blind Side starring Sandra Bullock? The movie showed how a kid who had an extremely rough upbringing got help from the family of a school friend, found success in football and ultimately ended up being adopted by the family. Turns out he was never adopted.
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Michael Oher says that he was tricked by the Tuohy family into signing documents that made them his conservators. Since he was already 18 at the time the family told him, “that it means pretty much the exact same thing as 'adoptive parents,' but that the laws were just written in a way that took [his] age into account.”
Oher also says that papers were signed so that his story and likeness were given away for free to use in The Blind Side. He also never got a single royalty check for the hugely successful, Oscar nominated film in the 14 years since its release.
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kimjonestheone · 5 months
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Your favorite girl
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lotus-flower-writes · 8 months
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Her murder was first labeled as a drowning when they retrived her from the Ohio River, but her car was discovered several blocks away from the Sherman Minton Bridge, with blood inside. When an autopsy was preformed, it was determined that she received several blows to the head before being tossed into the river, her killer was never found. She was only 34 years old.
(This happened on August 5th, 1965)
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ilov3burnaboy · 6 months
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black love 👩🏿‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏽❤️
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tygerland · 5 months
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Artist Bisa Butler has been creating decorative quilts since 2001. Here - in her New Jersey studio - she examines one of her newest works,Young, Gifted and Black, based on a portrait by Black photographer, Roy Francis. (Photos 2023 by Celeste Sloman.)
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silenth · 8 months
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Sigo creyendo en amar y ser fiel a una persona y no dejaré que esta generación me quite eso.
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summer-s0ul · 21 days
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it's true
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vpveinpalee · 4 months
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May I kiss you
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thismadeitshit · 2 months
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Elfáradtál valaha egy kicsit az életben? Mintha nem lennél igazán boldog, de nem akarsz meghalni. Mintha egy cérnaszálon lógnál, de túl kell élned.
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proll4you · 2 days
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Nach dem Fußballspiel in der Kabine der Prolls. Was da wohl gelaufen ist? Haben die nur Sport gemacht?
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