Catra didn't know what she hated more the fact that she was forced to share a room with someone she dubbed the biggest dimwit on the planet or the said dimwit was currently asking twenty questions a second in an effort to get to know her.
"Come on, since we're going to be seeing a lot of each other I just want to get to know you a little!" Scorpia stated from where she sat on a beanbag in a far corner of the scarcely decorated room.
"Fine. I'll give you ten answers and that's it and the questions better not be stupid." Catra sighed as she stared up at the ceiling.
"Okay, so first of what is your name? I mean I know you make people call you Catra but I don't even want to know what kind of parent would give their kid a pun for a name!" Scorpia stated, earning a snort from Catra who turned to face her at that.
"I could ask you the same thing. Cyra and before you ask no, you can't call me that." she answered, earning a smile from the silver haired girl.
"I'm Lynda but since everyone has called me Scorpia since I enrolled here I basically decided to own it. How did you get the name Catra anyway?" Scorpia asked, earning a growl.
"A bad pun that spiraled out of control. Eight more questions to go, hurry up."
It felt like forever for Catra, who tried her hardest not to even think about the true answer to some of those questions—Some which was too personal or too painful for her to even consider telling the truth about.
Not that Catra would ever tell Scorpia anyway—after all they weren't friends and neither would they ever be.
Scorpia was actually surprised to see Catra fall asleep not even five minuets later, although Scorpia knew from experience that maybe that was more due to some kind of instinctive thing since she herself found it easier to get things done at night than during the day—although she had gotten better at dealing with that particular issue over the years.
Well she is basically a cat...which may explain a lot.
The silver haired girl thought as she turned her attention toward the few unpacked bags that were still littered around the room.
Catra awoke some time later to the sound of something—or someone—crashing onto the floor.
"What in the frilly fuck Scorpia? And what the hell are you chasing after?" she demanded, seeing the half-scorpion picking herself up off the floor.
"Uh...Entrapta's roomba kind of went haywire...Something about the code? I managed to get it in here but the stupid little thing is too fast." Scorpia answered, further confusing the feline who rolled her eyes before jumping from the top bunk.
"Okay, you lost me. Who's Entrapta and what is going on with the Roomba?" She retorted just as the before-mentioned vacuum zipped across the room, once again.
"Estra, you know the girl in our science class? The one who sits in the back? She hacked a roomba for an experiment but something got lost in the code." Scorpia answered, sounding out of breath—making Catra wonder just how long she had been chasing the thing.
"How the heck do you hack a vacuum? Why would you even want to is my next question?" Catra stated, rolling her eyes as the robot knocked over a stack of textbooks that were piled on the floor before she leaped from the bed, snatching the thing up as it started making a sound that Catra could only assume was like that of a dying dolphin.
"Dunno and I think you should ask her...Oh by the way...I didn't know you played guitar...I saw it under your bed while I was trying to catch that thing." Scorpia said in response, earning a glare from Catra.
"What I do is none of anyone's business. Now do us all a favor and deliver this bucket of bolts back to wherever the hell it came from before I puck it out the window." The feline like girl stated as she thrust the machine into Scorpia's arms before storming out of the room, muttering under her breath about not being able to get any sleep anymore.
Stupid guidance counselors, Stupid nerds and their stupid robots, stupid Scorpia who could probably find anyone else to annoy but me. She mentally complained as she slipped out of one of the hall windows, easily slinking across the roof until she could jump down onto a grassy knoll below. She just needed time away from everything.
Away from her thoughts—and annoying roommates.
And away from the fact that Adora had yet again broke one of the many promises that had meant so much to them when they were growing up. Promises that—despite her own desires and curiosities—Catra had adhered to.
Yet Adora had willingly broke them again and again. Not even thinking on telling her or asking her to help her.
It was hard to think that this was the same Adora who had been her best friend for so many years, the same girl whom she had trusted all of her secrets and fears to.
Yet after starting high school and making new friends it seemed as though the blonde had all but abandoned her.
Sighing she flopped down onto her back, staring up at the star painted sky as she tried to focus on anything but everything that had happened that week.
From Adora finding out her actual last name was Grayskull—of all the dumb names—and that technically she was royalty in the same manner that Angella and Glimmer were, or that once again she was one upped by the aforementioned blonde who had became prefect, even if Catra was just as qualified that year as she was.
It's all just one big popularity contest and I should have know that miss perfect would get it. After all everyone loves Adora, who turned out to be a literal fucking princess or some shit. What is fucking new? She finds out where she comes from, gets everything handed to her on a silver platter while some of us would kill just to know what in the hell we even are.
She thought as she lay on the grass, trying to swallow back any emotions that threaten to consume her at any given time.
The reptilians are a common race and Scorpia at least knows her family. But what the hell even am I? I've never seen anyone else even remotely look like me and Adora promised that we would find out about our origins together but seems like she forgot that too.