10 things I hate about you - Clarisse La Rue

The Ares cabin smelled like sweat, bronze polish, and something faintly smoky. Bunks were shoved against the walls in military precision, weapons stacked in racks near the door, and a massive boar-head hung above the fireplace.

Sherman Yang

Took you long enough.

Sherman Yang stood near the central table, arms crossed. A few other Ares kids hovered behind him—Mark, with his split lip still healing, and two younger campers you didn't recognize. They all had the same anxious energy.

Sherman Yang

Okay. Don't freak out.

He held up both hands, like he was calming a spooked horse.

Mark

We need your help.

Sherman Yang

Ares gave us a new rule. No dating for the Ares cabin until Clarisse La Rue dates someone.

The words hung in the smoky air. Outside, Clarisse's voice rose in a familiar, aggressive bark—probably yelling at some poor kid who looked at her wrong.

Younger Camper

So we need someone who isn't afraid of her.

Sherman Yang

Look, we're not asking you to actually make her fall in love with you. rubs the back of his neck Just pretend.

Mark

Besides…

He glanced toward the cabin entrance, where Clarisse's footsteps were now stomping closer.

Mark

Don't you want to see what happens when the human embodiment of anger issues gets a crush?