Author's Notes:

Don't you hate it when someone asks you to help them with something and you tried your best to do just that but then they keep demanding more and more from you and when you try to tell them you don't want to help them with that much they think you're being rude... And they never even thanked you for helping them... This doesn't have anything to do with the story, I just wanted to rant.

PS, past me said, "Still the second day since I started writing this story… My goodness, someone please restrain me.

No, wait a minute, don't. I've never written this much with this not-too-bad quality…"

And she is correct.

Histories and Chemistries

IIX

Catra didn't pull anything absurd after that day. Sure, she would sometimes come into her class only to greet her - even with the teacher and a bunch of students looking at her. Other times she'd give her small snacks or drinks from the cafeteria - which was weird because the cafeteria wasn't open yet, leading Adora to believe Catra was friends with the lunch lady.

There were glances here. "Hey, Adora"s there. Smirks. Winks. So forth.

It didn't bother her.

In fact, it was the opposite.

It made her feel special, in a way, with how ecstatic Catra always looked whenever Adora was around. The way she was willing to do all of these things for her.

For a couple of days… Adora was content.

"Hey, Adora."

… But then Catra had to pull another insane scheme again.

"Catra?!"

And this time, that scheme involved her holding a large bag filled with who-knew-what inside the library.

Oh, and in front of The Princesses as well, too.

The sworn enemies of The Horde.

The Horde which Catra was a part of.

She…

She was throwing herself into the lion's den.

Adora hid her face under the table, wishing someone would just shoot her and spare her from the embarrassment.

It didn't help that Catra was looking right at her, prompting all of the princesses to also look right at her, causing her anxiety to spike, and causing her to want to die even more.

Why, Catra?

Just… Why?

"Umm… Why are you here?"

Adora winced even harder.

Of course, it had to be Frosta; the princess with the most power out of them all - being the principal's child. Even though she was the youngest - or maybe because she was the youngest - all the other princesses sort of didn't want to mess with her.

In fact, everybody didn't want to mess with her.

… But Catra was Catra, meaning whatever others feared, she tackled.

"Isn't this the public library?" the troublemaker asked, full-well knowing that the library was a place no horde members should ever come due to it being claimed and now ruled by The Princesses.

Adora's groan was muffled by her own hands. Catra, you are killing me.

"A horde member. In a library," drawled Mermista. Adora could feel her rolling her eyes despite her face still buried in shame. "How cute."

"Hey, hey," Catra tried to sound as non-threatening as she could… and failed miserably. "I'm not here for trouble-"

"I doubt that."

Catra groaned, then there were sounds of shuffling. Adora didn't dare look. She was still trying to comprehend that Catra, a horde member, was indeed facing off The Princesses. Like, all of them.

"Here," Catra said.

"What's this?" Curiosity filled Frosta's voice.

"Took a little stroll to the supermarket."

"The school gate closes for the duration of the school time," piped Entrapta.

"Do you really think that'll stop me?" Catra chuckled. Adora imagined she was crossing her arms and cockily staring at each of them - being the suicidal girl that she was. "You can have 'em. All I want in return is a couple of minutes with the almighty She-Ra."

At that, Adora shot up from her desk, returning to the land of the living. "You can't seriously-"

"Fine, fine, yeah, whatever."

Adora guffawed at the sight in front of her. All of the princesses… were being given snacks by Catra. Frosta was already opening up her bag of chips. Frosta, of all the princesses, the most ruthless of them all, was agreeing with a horde member.

I sure know how to pick them, do I?

A couple of minutes later, Adora was greeted by the extremely rare sight of the princesses abandoning their studies and enjoying themselves as they chatted and ate their snacks.

And Catra was sitting right next to her, their hips brushing against each other's, looking very proud of herself like she'd won the Olympics.

"Did you seriously bribe The Princesses just so you could talk to me?" she whined, the redness in her cheeks still present and beaming.

Catra chuckled at her misery. "It worked the first time."

"No it didn't," she grunted, causing the noirette chuckle and raise her hands up in peace.

"Fine, it didn't. As to answer your question…" Her grin was too innocent for Adora's liking. "Yep. Pretty much."

"Why?" she had to ask. "And, more importantly, how did you even get in here bringing all those snacks. They're not allowed here, you know. What if the librarian finds out?"

Catra grinned a Cheshire grin. She tapped her chin and looked up, pretending to be in deep thought as she hummed. "That's odd, I don't see the librarian anywhere."

Adora didn't miss a beat. "What did you do?"

Catra smiled suggestively. "Kyle."

"... WHAT?!"

Catra looked genuinely confused. "Wha- oh." And then it dawned on her. And she paled and blushed at the same time, looking more flustered than Adora had ever seen her before. "No, no, no, wait- I didn't mean I was doing Kyle- ew, gross, fuck- I meant I told him to keep the librarian distracted."

"Oh…" Adora heaved a deep sigh, running her hand through her hair as she chuckled in relief. "Thank goodness."

Kyle and Catra…

Yeah, no. No way. Not in a million years. Never. Not in any universe.

"Are you jealous?"

Adora's eyes widened, but before she could deny it - even if it was the truth…

"Catra!" came the shrieky, familiar voice of Kyle.

All head turned towards the source, and Adora couldn't decide whether she should bring her hand to her forehead or her mouth.

Kyle was there. And so was the librarian. And she was holding him up in the collar. And he looked pathetic as always.

Oh, and the librarian was glaring daggers at Catra, who was white as ghost, looking as though she was about to die… which wouldn't be that far from the truth, actually.

"You."

They all shuddered from her tone alone.

"Catra, please help me," whimpered the pitiful boy.

Catra was slowly shaking her head, looking like a disappointed parent. "... Idiot," Adora heard her mutter.

"Umm, Catra…"

The noirette looked at her and flashed a charming smile before quickly doing the most 'Catra' thing anyone had ever seen her done:

She jumped to the window, and, before leaving, turned and leaned herself against the windowsill, giving a mock salute. "Catch ya later, princesses." She then turned and looked at Adora and gave a calmer and more sincere "Bye, Adora." Cackling as she jumped out, narrowly avoiding the librarian's grasp.

They watched as the troublemaker made even more trouble by taunting the librarian, sticking out her tongue and making a 'loser' gesture, even doing so far as to dance right in front of her as she tried to grab her over the window.

"... I kinda like her," muttered the cold ice queen known as Frosta, who was known for hating everyone.

Me too, Adora chose not to say.

To be Continued

Author's Notes:

Catra left quite an impression on The Princesses, ey? Even made Frosta like her. Also, FYI, describing someone other than Weiss Schnee as the ice queen feels weird as heck.

This chapter is more upbeat than the last, and while it is a little difficult to write the chapter (I don't know why), I had tons of fun writing the dialogue. Especially with the "What did you do?" "Kyle" part.