"Woah..."
Miss Goodwitch had been kind enough to escort them to the faculty's dormitories. Aside from the halls looking very fancy, with red velvet wallpapers, patterns, nice red carpets and wonderful paintings, the place was amazingly large. There must've been many teachers around, all of which were Huntsmen too. The girls passed by several doors, before Miss Goodwitch brought them to a stop, near the door at the end of the hall.
Catra seemed intent on rubbing herself all over the velvet walls, though, scratching her back and purring against it. Adora forgot she was an actual catgirl some times. She found herself chuckling as she pulled Catra by the arm, to the door. Glynda had calmed down too, surprisingly. She propped open the door and as the two girls stepped inside, a shriek of joy came from Adora, while Catra's eyes scanned the room.
Wide eyes, check, dilated pupils, check. Yep, the room was an impressive one. A single bedroom lay separate from the main living area, where a large table with several chairs sat in the middle. The kitchen was to their left, through another door and finally, there was a bathroom to the far left, face to face with the main bedroom. There were assorted electronics sat on the table and on the desk in the far back, including a holo-tablet similar to that which miss Goodwitch had.
"No 'woah' here, Adora?" Catra smirked "Pretty sure this place deserves it."
"Heh..." Adora chuckled. She looked to the Professor, then asked "Hey, miss Goodwitch."
"Yes, miss Adora?" She asked.
"Catra's family name." She heard Catra yelp and run toward her, but it was too late... "It's Clawdeen." She said proudly. And she heard the girl skid to a halt an inch from her. The blonde cocked her head to her Catty Girl, then winked and smirked. Catra approved of the name, going by the blush, smile and hand on her hip. Glynda already typed it in, nodding to the girls. She then did something that the girls actually hadn't seen her do until now.
Smile.
Then again, they hadn't known each-other for more than, what, an hour?
Glynda, however, said "Welcome to Beacon. You'll be of great help, I'm certain. To our students and us alike."
Catra leaned toward Glynda, then said "Thanks, prof." a grin on her face. Adora rolled her eyes, then simply nodded in thanks to Glynda, allowing her to step away. The door closed with a click, then Glynda remembered again and opened the door. She pointed to the devices on the table and said "Your scrolls will also act as your keys to your room. Please, don't forget them."
The two looked to the devices on the table and Adora asked "Wait... They're ours?"
"Yes. Every faculty member gets a Scroll. And students do too. Plus, the tablet Scrolls that serve as your grading books. If you do have anymore questions, the numbers of each faculty member have already been added to your contacts list. Don't hesitate to call on me or any of our fellow colleagues for any questions you may have. We'll see you during classes tomorrow and in the Staff Room, presumably."
"Where do we get breakfast, though?" Adora asked, raising a brow.
Catra stifled a laugh at that, taking a step back.
"The cafeteria is open to students, mostly... And can neither of you cook?" She asked, with Catra straightening up like a ramrod upon realizing that Adora was giving her trademark Big Dumb Grin again.
She ran behind Adora, covered her mouth before she was about to say something and started "I think we'll hit up the cafeteria tomorrow morning! Would hate to break new appliances and all!" before leaning into Adora's ear and whispering "Don't you dare try to cook anything. You remember what happened last time." and listening to Adora's disappointed sigh while she ignored Glynda's gaze of befuddlement. Catra then continued, a bead of sweat running down her cheek "So yeah! Hahaha, we'll see you, folks, during classes and at break time!"
"Very well..." Glynda shrugged, then stepped back "Good night, ladies."
"Night, Prof." Catra nodded. When the door closed, Catra's tail hair stood on-end when Adora licked her hand. She yelped, backing off, then said "YOU LICKED ME!"
"You were covering my nose and mouth." Adora deadpanned, staring straight at Catra.
"YOU! LICKED! ME!" Catra stomped her foot into the ground "And people say I'm the freakin' Cat in the relationship!" And she saw the deadpan serious facade of Adora start to crack as a smile formed. "Oh, what's so funny... Pfft..." She snorted, watching Adora try and fail to hold back laughter. And then, the two girls burst, leaning against each-other as they laughed heartily. By the time they were done, they were sat down on the wood floor, back to back and looking at the ceiling, heads leaning on the other's shoulder.
"This... May not be so bad." Catra mused. She grinned, then turned to Adora's head and licked her ear. A shiver shot up the blonde's spine as she bounced to her feet, with Catra rolling on the floor laughing. The blonde glared, fists clenched, but then she relaxed, seeing Catra's bundle-of-joy face and smiled too. She helped Catra up and then walked her to the table, sliding one of each device type her way.
She sat herself down next to her friend afterward and took one of the 'Scrolls' in hand, opening it. The device was of an intricate, highly-advanced design, but it seemed to also serve as a phone. And it and its tablet/pad form also folded in for easier transportation. Seriously, this thing became tiny in comparison to Adora's pockets. That was good to know... So the small one served as a key, a phone, a device to play games on-going by the 'Games' folder on it-and as a multitude of other things.
"This damn thing's a pocket computer." Catra smirked. "Adora."
"Huh?"
"Prank Calls?" She smirked.
"Catra..." Adora shook her head.
"Oh, c'moooon." Catra pleaded "It'll be fun!"
Her girlfriend yawned, stretching, then said "Tomorrow after classes... How about that?"
"Yesss!" Catra purred and pumped a fist up, smiling victoriously. Adora chuckled, then set the phone aside and stood up. She undid the laces of her boots and put them aside, then stretched and walked toward the bathroom, with Catra almost managing to follow her inside, until she heard Melog meowing and scratching at the door. She turned to the entrance in the small apartment and propped the door open, moment in which Melog pounced on her and licked her face.
"Heheh... Hey, Melog." She smiled "How the hell didn't you come to the room with us? Did you lag behind?"
It meowed.
"The Headmaster?" She raised a brow... Then she grinned "Did he do anything to you?"
It meowed. Nope, just petted.
"Well, good. I'd've clawed his eyes out if he did... Though I'm sure you'd have gone ahead and did it before me." She petted it, scratching in the spot she knew it liked it, under its chin. It purred happily, then nuzzled its master, making Catra laugh. In a moment, an idea flashed into her mind. She asked the space shapeshifting cat "Think you can cloak yourself from time to time? Get us some idea as to what Ozpin's hiding from us? Because I don't trust the bastard."
It meowed. Yep. Heh, Catra knew Melog was a good friend. And the running water in the bathroom came on... Huh, Adora must've been taking a shower.
"Thanks, buddy... C'mon, I'll see if I can find any food for us in the fridge... Though that's kinda doubtful." And she stood up, then walked to the fridge itself. Popping it open, her eyes turned to stars as she saw that it was filled up with freshly-bought groceries and food, including chocolates and the likes. Everything looked utterly appetizing in there. She drooled as she whimpered with a smile and stars in her eyes "Is this heaven?"
Adora emerged out of the shower, wafts of steam leaving the bathroom. The girl murmured to herself "Whoo, that shower felt good..." as she stepped out into the living room. She had a robe on and was drying her hair with a towel as she noticed Catra scooping up piles of food that didn't need to be cooked into her paws. She snorted, then asked snarkly "So, the fridge is empty?" making the cat jump, frightened. She turned to confront Adora as the food packets were scattered on the floor, but she froze with a blush on her face.
Adora's messy blonde hair was a golden waterfall, shining in the light and flowing like the waves. Her beautiful skin glistened as beads of water still ran down her face, hands and legs. And by god, her legs were... Catra swallowed empty, trying to purge several thoughts from her mind. It didn't work. Even covered in the bathrobe, the girl's well-toned body showed. Catra's cheeks were burning red and she could do nothing to suppress it as she stared at her amazon of a girl.
And that smile. THAT DAMN SMILE...
"Uh... Adora..." Catra tried to avoid eye contact, but failed, staring deep into those blue pools that threatened to swallow her whole.
"Yes, Catra?" She smirked, approaching her now.
For the Love of God, she felt like a mess... "Put some clothes on, please?"
"Heh. Of course." Adora chuckled, starting toward her fiercely-blushing catgirl.
I am going to die. I am actually going to die. Holy shit, it's hot in here. Catra thought, tugging at her collar as blood rushed to her head and she felt a knot in her stomach. She looked over to Melog, to see it turned pink again. Oh. Oh, crap, she forgot Melog could feel her feelings since it imprinted on her. Was it mocking her for what was going on in her head now?
Adora stopped in front of the catgirl, who looked up. She must've been red like a tomato. And it only got worse when Adora took a knee in front of her, grinning still. If there was one thing Adora could do to mess with her, it was clearly using her looks for an advantage. Catra swallowed-her pride, mostly, but also empty air-and spoke, her voice cracking "H-Hey, Adora..."
"Hey." The blonde said, smoothly. "You gonna go prep?"
"F-For?" She stuttered.
Oh, God, you dumb cat, THINK STRAIGHT... No, that's not gonna work.
"Bed. We gotta go to sleep, right?" Adora answered, tilting her head "We're teachers now. We'll look through our program tomorrow in the morning, alright?"
"... Y-Yeah..." Catra nodded. Adora smirked, then stood up and turned around. Catra's eyes were locked on the girl's rear, locks of her blonde hair reaching down to the waist area. The robe was tied tightly to it, enough so that Catra started questioning Adora's intentions. The girl was too much of a dork to even think about anything dirty... or was she? They... Did...
"Ugh... Catra, focus..." She whispered to herself.
"Hey." Adora turned to face her again. And Catra yelped. Adora chuckled, then said "Hit the shower too. It's refreshing. I'll wait for ya."
"A-Alright." Catra stood up, then dashed off toward the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her. Adora looked to Melog, slightly confused, then shrugged at it. It meowed at her, then bowed its head as she entered the bedroom, closing the door. Meanwhile, on the other side of the bathroom door, Catra hyperventilated, chest heaving up and down as she leaned against the door, to hold it shut. She whispered to herself, turning to the mirror "Oh, man, oh, man, is she serious?! WHY!? HOW!? WHEN!? I..." She coughed "Oh, man, my head is spinning... What the hell was she talking about?! She's never been this forward!" And she slammed her head on the edge of the sink. She whimpered "What am I gonna do?" before looking at herself... And growling "No... No, Catra Applesauce Meowmeow, no you don't! You went up against her so many times! You know Adora since you were kids! Get your head out of your ass, take a shower and go out there! Whatever happens, happens!"
Her shoulders sagged "What if I fuck it up though?" before she locked eyes with herself again and whispered angrily "No! Come on, girl, you're CATRA! Former Force Captain to the Horde, She-Ra's former worst enemy and now closest friend again and a member of the Royal Guard of Bright Moon! You didn't go through being screwed with by everyone from Shadow Weaver to Horde Prime on board his ship just to be afraid of your girl!"
... She nodded to herself, a look of determination in her eyes, then jumped in the shower...
Next Day
God... Dammit... Adora.
They'd slept in until they had their classes. Of course, she wasn't thinking of that. Adora was too much of a dense, innocent idiot to even figure out what hints she was throwing up. Catra walked a walk of disappointment with the look of someone whose ice cream was just stolen and with Adora tailing behind her, still unsure what she did wrong. Good, let her stay in the back and think about what she's done. Even if it takes her the whole day.
It would probably take Adora a month to catch on and that's if Catra manages to explain everything to her. She sighed, shoving open the massive doors to her Classroom. And before the kitten knew, she'd forgotten about Adora's little evening situation as sight of a full Classroom of tired-looking kids. Of course, Catra had gotten the class near the end of the school day. Second-to-last, in fact, with Adora's being last...
Oh, but she grinned. She said she was gonna whip those kids up into shape. And she saw teams RWBY and JNPR right there. The grin grew into a mischievous one. She looked back to Adora, then said "I'll see you after classes, m'kay? I think it's time kids got a proper intro to our training regimen." and saw Adora wince. The blonde gave a pleading look to the girl.
"Go easy on them on the first day, please... I don't want this to wind up being the teacher they complain to about you..." And Adora realized soon "Oh, God, I'm a teacher..."
"Heh. No promises, sweet cheeks. Now, run along..." Catra returned, looking at the class. The door shut behind her, before Adora could say another thing. The teens in the class were all focused on her now, teams RWBY and JNPR staring with disbelief. Weiss was actually horrified. Catra's grin grew again, until it was an ear-to-ear, smug one. Those few that still talked to one another and weren't paying attention soon found themselves wincing and turning to the board with covered ears. The massive amphitheater setup of the class allowed Catra to see their reactions as she scratched her claws against the board.
"Alright!" Catra yelled, her voice stern, hard and, unsurprisingly, angry "Listen up, kids! My name is Catra Clawdeen, your new Hand-to-Hand Combat Teacher! I don't know who the hell was teaching combat class before, but I don't care! This is my turf now! And I'm not gonna go easy on any of you. You're here to learn how to fight freaks of nature out to kill you and your folks, your people and your whole species. If you won't make it through my basic combat class in here, you first years won't make it a day out there fighting those things and I'm sure of it."
She walked in front of her desk, then jumped up on it and wore her catty grin "I grew up in a rough neighborhood, kids. I know how tough life can get... You're not gonna like me... Hell, I hope you get to hate me, but I'll make damn sure you learn to respect me in the end, because I'm not here to tear you down... At least not completely. Quite the opposite, really. I don't wanna look the part of a woman who sent kids out to die because she did a shit job at teaching them to fight. Rather, I wanna hear you scoring a lot of kills out there when your four years in Beacon are up."
She walked to the center of the amphitheater, grinning maliciously "But until then? I'm gonna be the meanest bitch you've ever met. You will listen to every word I say and will speak only when spoken to, unless I deem it important when you raise a hand to answer whatever question you wanna ask and the first and last words out of you will be 'ma'am', none of this Miss Clawdeen, or missus Catra. This place will run like a well-oiled war machine when we're in here. You work with me and do your jobs and you'll have no problem... FUCK WITH ME, THOUGH, AND REMEMBER THAT YOUR ASSES ARE MINE FOR ALL FOUR YEARS! YOU READ ME, RECRUITS!?"
"Yes, ma'am!" the class blared... Heh, Catra needed to find and watch some old War Movies for the Drill Instructor Pep-Talk.
And loudly, she yelled "On your feet!" and saw all students stand up, sans perhaps one or two. Well, make that four. Four asshats in knight armor and sat at the top of the amphitheater. She climbed up the stairs to them, listening to them laugh like idiots. They turned to greet her and even waved to their new teacher, before insolently returning back to their gossip session. The leader of this gang of nitwits was probably the most average-looking, insolent manchild type that Catra had seen to date. Combed-back burnt orange hair, dark blue eyes and a jawline so straight and hars she was sure the boy was missing a few neurons.
"Hey, kid over yonder in ye olde knight armor..." Catra used a mock accent "Didn't you hear me tell everyone to stand up? Are you deaf, dumb or did you miss the airship to kindergarten and wound up in our school?" She asked, grinning while several students started to whisper as she leaned on the desk, looking the man right in the eyes, while his comrades chuckled at the insult. He didn't seem none too amused, though.
"I heard ya. Don't really care though, kitty-cat." The boy answered, glaring at her, but grinning a stupid grin all the same.
Catra snickered, a dark look in her eyes "Do ya not, now, you big oaf on stilts? Were you born with this face, by the way? Because, Jeez, I'm sorry for your folks."
A few students gasped, while team RWBY, sans Weiss, seemed to be enjoying the show.
"I already like her." Yang whispered to her team, of which Ruby gave a thumbs up, Weiss seemed all the more horrified and Blake? Blake was unsure what to think... Maybe after the clearly-soon-to-start fight?
"Hey," He slammed his hand into his desk "Easy on the insults there, teach. I'm pretty sure I can take out a tiny cat like you."
Catra's claws started digging into the laminated wood desk of asshat's team, while several kids looked surprised at the fact that the teacher was actually angry with Cardin, the First-Day Bully. Oh, you poor idiot... She growled, then asked "What's your name, shitbird?"
"Cardin. Cardin Winchester, madam." He bowed mockingly to her. "What's it matter to you, anyways? Not like you're gonna bother me, right, kitten?"
"Oh, I just wanna know the name of the boy whose face I'm about to ram into the concrete FUCKING FLOOR." Catra giggled maliciously, speaking through gritted teeth with a dangerous animal's grin, baring her fangs in a threatening manner "If you're more than just words, Winchester, get your ass to the front of the class and show me how well you can actually do hand-to-hand. You can keep that armor on for all I care. It won't save you."
"Oh, you wanna go, teach?" Cardin leaned forward, glaring at her with a dangerous smile on her face. "Let's make a bet... If I win this one, you gotta give me maximum grade in your class and will never be a pain in my ass again."
Catra's dangerous grin grew "Oh. And if I win... Your ass is mine for the rest of the year. And you won't be walking straight when I'm done with you." before she watched Cardin extend his hand. She gripped firmly, squeezing hard, then shook. She watched Cardin walk down the stairs, before she approached the third semi-circular desk down. She looked to teams RWBY and JNPR, then to Weiss and winked, before she walked down the stairs.
Catra had come to Remnant with the gold inlay military jacket that Adora had bought for her in Bright Moon. One which she wore over her old outfit, formed of a red tank top stuffed into her tight red pants/hip-high socks that lacked a heel and front foot cover. The girl undid the buttons on the jacket, before she slid it off her arms and tossed it toward team RWBY, of which Blake caught it.
Catra was a mean, lean, agile killing machine. Her arms were slim, with the right amount of muscle distributed evenly across and the odd stripes she'd been born with, probably part of her old species' traits. She didn't care to remember them now. Her entire body was toned, like Adora's, but not with the same level of raw muscle. Her muscles were more subtle, enabling a wider range of movement. She was a catgirl after all. Oh, and she had perfectly-shaped abs. One of the many reasons Adora stared at her often when they trained back both in the Fright Zone and Bright Moon, she figured.
Winchester seemed surprised that the cat even had this much muscle, considering the rather large jacket made it seem like she was thin as paper. The girl approached the desk, opened the Scroll tablet and typed in two commands. A blue force field flared, taking shape around the center of the class, separating the other students from Catra and her little plaything.
A holo-screen appeared overhead and started counting down from 10.
"You're going down, teach. Easiest class ever." Cardin grinned
The girl examined her claws, absentmindedly. She looked to Cardin, then said "Sorry, shitbird, did you say something?" mockingly, before she faked a yawn and added insult to injury, grinning maliciously at him "Wasn't paying attention. Just like I don't pay attention to the dirt under my feet." and laughing as she saw him go absolutely red like a chimp's ass.
Five...
"I'm gonna wipe that smirk off your face, you dumb cat..." He growled. Ah, he was a few feet from the edge as he took a wrestler's stance, looking ready to charge aimlessly, like a bull.
Four...
Catra responded "Can't wait for you to try and fail. This entire school's gonna have who to mock after this little show match." cracking her knuckles and staring at him like at a mouse.
Three...
He grew even redder in the face.
Two...
And Catra was almost starting to lose her patience.
One...
She smirked, watching him charge her headlong with an angered roar. He cocked his fist back and threw a haymaker that Catra graciously rolled and ducked under, before dodging his attempt at redirecting the attack and somersaulting backward, away from him. She shook her head, then mocked "Too slow, shitbird. Try again." and laughed as she saw him turn around and run after her, like the moron he was.
He locked his hands together, trying to bring them down on Catra, but the girl who wore the grin of the Cheshire Cat rolled off to the side, causing the Winchester kid to slam his fists into the marble floor tile below, hard enough to crack it. Woah, she was suddenly glad that missed her, but wasn't gonna show it. She cackled, mocking him more "Ya missed!" before dodging another flurry of attacks, trying to tire him out.
Catra moved with all the agility and grace of a ballet dancer, letting Cardin tire himself out by throwing poorly-aimed punches and failing to hit her with any strike in general. She pirouetted, basically dancing a dance of safety around a rapidly-tiring Winchester, all while she threw a flurry of insults at him. And finally, the children in the class saw Cardin become more sloppy. He panted like a thirsty dog, breathing through gritted teeth.
And the girls and boys of the first-year class in Beacon soon realized Catra was just playing with her food as she started once again "Aw, tsk tsk tsk, tired already, shitbird? I'm sorry for any girl that's ever gonna date you if you tire out that fast." words which got a laugh out of the entire class and an angered growl and charge out of Winchester. Catra took a combative stance, glaring at him and baring her fangs in a grin still as she added "Time to finish this. Watch and learn, kids! This is why you keep your mouth shut and do what you're told in my class!"
Another haymaker was what Cardin threw... Except this time, Catra didn't dodge it. She parried the fist with her open palm, redirecting the hand by its armored wrist into the electric force field behind her. He staggered, grabbing onto his hand and wincing in pain. She grinned, taking the advantage as Cardin was off-balance and unguarded. She swept under him, cocking back a fist and throwing it into a lightning-fast uppercut, right in the boy's jaw as an opener. He doubled over, a small concussion settling in from the single hit delivered.
Catra then began her assault with a primal roar, lashing out at Cardin with balled fists and a steady string of kicks mixed in. The hit to follow up the uppercut was a hammer blow into the man's shoulder, followed in itself by a punch square in the unarmored abdomen of the boy and a hard, flat-footed kick right into Cardin's chest. The kick sent him back a few feet, pushing him onto the desk with a hard thunk. The class cheered as they watched the tireless teacher taunt Cardin again "Come on, shitbird! I'm not done with you until you're on the floor!"
He shook off the strikes, growling and attacking again, though more careful and with a weak guard up this time.
Catra grinned, dodging under another attempted punch and throwing a kick up, square into Cardin's chest again. She dove between his legs, appearing on the other side, standing up and elbowing him in the back, before she turned around and gave him a hard fist to the back of the head. A dirty move, Catra had to admit, but it discombobulated the son of a bitch.
... Head-on in a fight, Catra couldn't take him. He was too big and she knew the type. All brawn.
So? The oldest tricks in the book.
Taunt to infuriate the enemy and dodge to tire the fucker out. Catra was a master at rapid repositioning and dodges thanks to her fights with She-Ra back before and the First Ones bots nowadays. Her agility and flexibility allowed her that, with the catlike reflexes given to her by birth being the cherry on top of her dodge skill cake. She grabbed Cardin by the shoulder, spun him around and delivered a lightning punch right to his jaw again, stunning him for the second time in a row, before a second fist connected with his temple. Thankfully, her foe really lacked in the brains department if he took the multiple baits she put out. And if he was still standing from a punch right to the temple.
She threw three more punches, one in the gut, one in the hip and one in the nose, one and a half seconds apart each, to allow Cardin time to try and figure out the attack pattern. He didn't. Catra feinted a roundhouse to the right, before switching feet and throwing a hard kick into the boy's face, pinning him against the wall of light separating them from the class, to the shock and secret joy of her students.
She started laying into him with faster punches everywhere she caught an opening. Her fists connected every time, but Cardin did manage to break out of the attack, forcing Catra to dodge a very weak kick thrown her way. The boy wobbled on his feet, clearly unable to stand anymore. She grinned, then yelled to her students and asked "SHALL I END HIS SUFFERING, STUDENTS!?"
"FINISH HIM!" Yang yelled, standing up. She was pulled back down onto her seat by Blake, though, but she got the kids to cheer for Catra all the same. Catra really felt like she and Yang would get along swimmingly. So, she did as asked by the cheering... She ran up to Cardin, bounced on one foot, propelled herself forward and threw a somersault kick upward, the heel of her foot connecting slamming hard into Cardin's chin.
He dropped like a sack of fucking potatoes, while Catra landed gracefully on her own two feet. A buzzer sounded, signaling Cardin had run out of 'Aura', that whole Soulstuff Shield Oz had told them about. The class sat in silence for a few moments, even as the shield deactivated and Catra walked up to team RWBY to grab her jacket. She put it on one shoulder. The kids burst into cheering, to which she smirked at them, encouraged them by saying "You, too, can get that good with my training, kids! I just gotta get you a punching bag as good as Shitbird was!" then she walked back down and slapped Cardin awake to the chuckles of the kids, smirking at him as he opened his eyes, then mocking "Morning, shitbird. You lost. Get your ass BACK in your seat. Or did I slap you around hard enough to disable any higher cognitive and motor functions you had?"
He growled, standing up and walking up the stairs... With the help of his team. All the while, the rest of the group cheered for Catra. She sat herself down at her desk, kicked her feet up, then said "If he messes with any of you out of this class, you come to me, kids. I know his type. And Shitbird?" only to watch him turn to her. She grinned as she said "You're mine now... If I hear you did anything to anyone here as 'payback' for the humiliation I just gave you, you're screwed. Got it?"
"Ma'am... Yes, Ma'am." He begrudgingly answered, rubbing his jaw.
"Good dog." She grinned. "Anyways, kids! We still have a few minutes left. I'm feeling a little nice today, since I got to unwind, so you can talk among yourselves. Not too loud, though. Kitty has to savor her victory."
... Man, Adora was gonna hate her for this. She giggled as she realized Oz was probably gonna hate her for this too. Oh, this whole school thing was gonna be fun. At least this'd teach Adora to lead her on.