"Did you really have to take my jacket? I mean...Seriously. It's not even cold in any of your classes! I almost froze in Trigonometry!" Adora complained in the gym the next day although Catra just let out a laugh and stuffed her hands in the pockets of the red jacket.
"So? I thought you said that you could handle anything there miss tough act." Catra retorted, smirking slightly as she bumped against Adora lightly as they walked around the room.
"Oh you're the fine one to talk. You're the one who acted like you were dying because you fell out of bed last night." Adora retorted, chuckling lightly at the sour look that the other girl sent toward her.
"I was kicked off the bed thank you very much. I swear sleeping with you is like sleeping with a drunken octopus. I think you bruised my collar bone by clothes lining me. Since when did you start moving around that much in your sleep?" Catra corrected although when she saw the blonde's expression darken slightly she chose to lightly nudge her.
"Then again...you did wake me up at some point to tell me to move...that my-what did you call it? Floof? Was in your face? I guess whoever we end up marrying or whatever will have hell to pay huh?" Catra said hoping to keep Adora from thinking about whatever it was that she had remembered.
"Hey, your hair goes everywhere when you sleep. I mean seriously if it wasn't so soft you would literally be a human porcupine." Adora retorted, earning a snort from the tan girl.
"A what? Are you sure I didn't hit you a little too hard with that ball the other day, Adora?" Catra laughed, reaching over and forcing the blonde to look at her—only to get pushed away.
"Can you stop? I swear you are so annoying sometimes."
Catra just smirked and shook her head.
"Nope, sorry. I only come in one size so you get what you get princess." she retorted, further irritating the blonde.
"If I were you, I think I would run."
"So you two ready for tomorrow's game?" Bow asked at practice that evening, taking notice that Catra still was wearing Adora's jacket—although this time tied around her waist—and that Adora seemed to have gotten revenge by stealing the odd looking headband that Catra usually used to keep her bangs out of her face.
"Yeah. I mean with Catra being as fast as ever and with the rest of the team being basically top notch there's no way we can lose!" Adora stated, earning a scoff from Catra.
"Stop selling yourself short Adora, you know as well as I do that you're the star player and if anyone else is nearly as good, they are just your sidekick." she retorted, earning an eye roll from both Adora and Bow.
"Catra, stop being so salty about that. That was four years ago, get over it." Adora grumbled, understanding the referance that Catra had just made and not wanting to remember that whole scenario any time soon, especially since she and Catra had just recently started to mend their friendship.
Catra arched a brow at her and crossed her arms across her chest.
"What's wrong Blondie? Did I hit a nerve? Maybe I will get over it when I finally kick your ass at something...and if PE has been anyindicator, I am closer to that than anyone realizes." Catra said although her tone was light—even if it was full of an almost harsh mischief.
"Catra, stop being an ass. We were twelve and I just let a lot of shit happen...I get that." Adora said before heading toward the field, leaving a wide eyed Catra standing there trying to figure out just what the heck had happened.
"What the frilly hell? I was teasing." She grumbled, facepalming before exhaling loudly "Bow, tell coach Adora and I will be a few minutes late. I think—as much as I hate to admit it—I need to apologize to our air-headed jock."
Jeez...Why does something like that suddenly strike a nerve for her? I mean we used to joke around about all kinds of stuff as kids and it never bothered her. Catra wondered as she went over to the blonde and grabbed her arm.
"Catra, what the...Where are we going?" Adora yelped although the tan skinned girl just remained silent until they were in the locker rooms.
"What is going on with you? You've been slightly out of it all day and even though you were fine last night I swear you woke me up multiple times either muttering or thrashing around. Sure I tease you about all kinds of shit but whatever that was back there...When I was trying to joke around...This isn't you Adora and I know it's not really any of my business but I just want you to understand that you can talk to me about whatever is bothering you because trust me, if anyone will understand it's me."
Catra demanded, her voice softening a bit toward the end.
She knew that she was not good at this kind of thing and that most of the time she just ended up making things worse she really hoped that this time—with Adora—she wouldn't end up burying herself deeper into whatever hole that she had dug herself into.
"You noticed that huh?" Adora asked, sinking down onto one of the benches and burying her face into her hands. She really didn't want to talk about this but she also knew that Catra wouldn't stop pestering her until she actually opened up—unlike Glimmer or Bow who let her set her own pace—although she supposed sometimes Catra's method probably worked better.
"Kinda hard not to and then you got defensive over a joke and I knew there had to be something wrong." Catra answered as she took a seat beside the blonde.
"It's just...I feel pressured to be whatever everyone wants and Angela is nothing like Beatrix but I can't help but worry that if anything happens to Mara that it'll be basically a repeat of history. I mean, Angela has this idea of who I am supposed to be, just like Weaver did and I let my desire to impress Beatrix—to get any positive feedback rule and come between me and everyone before and I am terrified that I'll end up making the same mistakes again." Adora said and although she didn't explicitly say it Catra heard the hidden meaning behind those word.
I let Beatrix's opinions come between us.
"I know I just met her informally last night but I really doubt Angela is like that. I mean...She puts up with Glimmer's crazy antics half the time...Which makes me wonder why she's not gray already." Catra tried to assure, earning a sound that she supposed you could call a groan.
"Yeah but that's her daughter, not some kind of street rat from the wrong end of the tracks. To be honest, I don't think she likes me very much to begin with." Adora responded and Catra felt the urge to march back inside and demand to talk to Angela about this whole thing.
But she wouldn't just because she knew that Adora would kill her—or that she could make it worse—and neither of those things sounded appealing.
"Adora, don't worry about all of that. If worse goes to worse then you can always come stay with us until we figure something out. Scorpia won't mind and you can have my bed. Like seriously, we can figure something out...so screw what anyone thinks okay?"
Catra wasn't expecting the blonde to hug her but she did and despite being caught off-guard, Catra felt a jolt of determination run through her because this time she wasn't the one who needed saving and she probably was one of the only people who knew every one of Adora's insecurities and that for the first time in their lives Adora needed her.
And Catra wasn't about to let someone slip through the cracks if she could help it.