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Ever since meeting Scorpia, Catra's life at Brightmoon High was great. Scorpia had introduced Catra to the rest of her friends. There was Lonnie, Kyle, Rogelio, and Entrapta. They were, or used to be, from Catra's area. That made Catra feel right at home. They got along surprisingly well. In less than a week, Catra became well known in school.

Catra made a name for herself in Brightmoon. Others drooled over her and feared her at the same time. It was funny how she could influence others so easily. She knew heads turned when she walked by.

With Lonnie and Scorpia on their side of her, she'd walk the school halls, daring anyone to get in their way. This was their territory.

Classes were much easier in public school. Teachers didn't give a shit, so getting away with cheating was easy. This school was kind of a joke. Some teachers hardly cared if they did any work. It almost concerned Catra with just how much they didn't care about their jobs. Almost.

Not her fault. So, she found other means of keeping herself busy.

There was a group of students that Catra could easily pick out from the rest. These students were like Kyle and Scorpia put together. Happy-go-lucky, always together and laughing. Now, that wasn't a problem. Catra's problem was a particular blond, white girl.

The first time Catra laid eyes on her, Catra literally stopped. Catra looked this girl up and down.

This girl's clothes were... well, not exactly new. She had on a rose red T-shirt that was worn out and stained, cargo pants that needed a belt in order to stay on her. Her sneakers were scuffed and dirty. Clearly, either this girl didn't know how to wash clothes or was shit poor.

The girl and her group of friends saw her staring. The blonde girl looked at the floor, covering herself with her arms. She was clearly embarrassed. An Asian girl with pink and purple hair standing beside the blonde, glared at Catra with the heat of a thousand suns.

"What're you looking at, rich girl?" She snapped defensively.

Catra smirked at the pink-haired girl. This girl looked like a cupcake, all pink and glittery. Even her makeup had glittery.

"None of your business, Sparkles." Catra retorted. "Hey, blondie."

The blond's head snapped up, looking at Catra.
Catra sauntered over to her, her hips swaying.

"Do you not know how to dress?" Catra asked bluntly. "Why do you look homeless?"

The blond girl lowered her eyes, shame covering her face. Catra searched her face.

"Back off." A dude in their group told her.

Catra glanced at the guy before looking back at the silent blond.

"Ain't this an interesting group of misfits. Sparkles, Crop Top and blondie. I'll remember this."

Sparkles growled, practically steaming.

"That's not our names!" She exclaimed.

Catra waved her away, stepping away.

"Whatever."

Turning back to her friends, Catra glanced over her shoulder.

"Hey, Blondie."

The girl looked her way, a pinch of fear in her large, blue eyes.

"You got a name?" Catra asked, smirking, an eyebrow quirked.

The blonde stammered out a name.

"A-Adora. Uh... Adora Grayskull."

Catra hummed.

"Well, I'll be seeing you around, Adora. So watch out."

Adora visibly paled. Catra laughed, walking away. The others followed. Catra had to resist the urge to look back. She could feel the eyes of everyone on her.

Adora.

Her new victim. Oh Catra was gonna have fun with this girl.
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To say Catra bothered Adora was putting it lightly. Catra was downright being a menace. She gave Adora hell every day for weeks. Nothing actually mean. She'd purposefully bump into her in the hallway, making some remark or tease her and walk away.

Catra had even fought Sparkles once after school when the shorter girl became fed up with Catra. Both were evenly matched and neither gave up until they wore themselves out. From then on, Sparkles hated her guts.

Adora, on the other hand, was very calm and collected when Catra was around. She was almost nonchalant about the whole thing. Adora never really got angry at Catra or even upset.

Catra had noticed that she wore the same outfits multiple days in a row. Some items were in better condition than others. Some had holes, some were too large or too small for her. She always had on the same sneakers. Catra couldn't help but be bewildered at just how bad it was.

Even the girl's backpack was a mess. It looked like it was falling apart. Catra couldn't look at Adora for more than a few seconds before she had to look away.

So, one day, Catra spotted Adora alone at her locker. Taking the opportunity, Catra slid up next to the lockers, leaning against them.

"Hey, Adora." She greeted, as if on instinct.

Adora looked at her, taken by surprise. She groaned.

"Hello, Catra. What's it gonna be this time?"

Catra shrugged. She once again looked Adora up and down. This girl looked worse than usual. She seemed exhausted, circles under her eyes. Her hair was in a low ponytail today. Adora seemed thinner, her clothes hanging off of her. Her usual pep was gone.

Adora rolled her eyes, seeing Catra.

"I get it, ok? I look terrible." She sighed, not in the mood for her antics. "Why do you have to keep reminding me of how much better you think you are. Everyone knows you're rich. So, of course I'm your target. Not everyone can be as lucky as you."

Catra raised an eyebrow. In the month that school had been going on, Adora had never been so done. Something was off.

"I'm not bothering you because I think I'm better than you." She finally said, calmly.

Adora shut her locker.

"Whatever. What do you want?" She deadpanned.

Catra crossed her arms, a serious look on her face.

"I admit it. Your clothes and stuff do bother me, but not the way you think."

Adora looked confused. She looked around before looking at Catra, clearly uneasy.

"Then what do you mean?" She asked. "Why do you hate me?"

Catra scoffed, breaking eye contact. Something about the vibe was wrong. She couldn't explain it, but she knew jokes weren't needed. Catra looked at the poor girl and couldn't find it in her to be mean. She knew this girl didn't deserve her crap, and Catra felt maybe a little bad.

To make up for it, Catra decided to do something she hadn't ever done before. Be honest and open. Just a bit.

"I don't hate you. You're just easy to mess with, dummy." She said.

Gosh, if the others heard this conversation she'd never hear the end of it. Huffing, Catra held up a hand.

"Ok, look. The truth is, you caught my attention, and yes, your clothes is a part of it. So, I want to get to know or whatever. Being a bitch is my way of interacting with others, but I tend to overdo it."

Glancing at Adora, Catra motioned vaguely in her direction.

"I'm a bitch and you actually didn't do anything to deserve any of my crap. You getting me?"

Adora looked shocked.

"Uhhh yeah. I think so."

Catra kicked off the wall.

"Good. Tell anyone I said that and I'll actually kick your poor ass." She hissed before walking away.

She didn't let Adora answer. Catra headed out to her usual spot to meet up with the others. The others were standing around, waiting. Scorpia saw her and lit up.

"There you are."

"About time." Lonnie snarked.

Catra gave her the middle finger as she approached the group.

"You alright, Catra?" Kyle timidly spoke up. "You look bothered."

Catra scowled, leaning against the wall between Scorpia and Lonnie. She hated it when she was easy to read. Catra didn't like for her feelings to be made publicly known. Wasn't anyone's business, anyway. However, this was Kyle. The kid was as soft as they come and wouldn't hurt a fly, although Catra high doubted he could even if he tried.

So, she showed mercy.

"Not here." She said. "Let's dip."

Ignoring the shared looks of her group, Catra led them out of the back entrance of the school, undetected. They all drove on down to the local park. It was still school hours, so barely anyone was around. The teens settled on the playground. Catra pushed Kyle off the swings and took his spot.

"Ok." Lonnie said, filling in the silence. "What's got you all weird today?"

Catra sighed, gently swinging back and forth.

"It's that homeless looking girl, Adora."

"Oh I know her!" Scorpia chirped.

"Entrapta and I have classes with her and her friends. They're super nice."

"And smart." Entrapta added. "We sometimes do group work together. They're very accommodating for my autism."

Catra hummed in acknowledgment.

"Good. They better be nice to you two, or I'd wreak chaos." She joked.

Very few people ever made Catra's heart melt. Her moms and these guys. Scorpia was a gentle giant and was lovable in every way. Catra had never tried to force Scorpia to be around her. Scorpia genuinely wanted to be her friend. She couldn't get of the girl and frankly, Catra didn't want to. Scorpia was the greatest friend Catra had ever had. She never was pushed or pressured to do anything or be a certain way. Scorpia accepted Catra for who she was, even though Catra wasn't the friendliest person.

Catra and Entrapta had a strange relationship. Entrapta frequently used Catra as one of her guinea pigs. Entrapta was hyper-focused on sciencey stuff. She was constantly doing research, asking questions and performing borderline dangerous experiments.

At some point, Entrapta became a constant in Catra's life. She often was annoyed by Entrapta lack of understanding of personal space and boundaries. Scorpia talked to Entrapta multiple times about it and they'd all agreed to help her work on her people skills. Catra didn't mind her anymore and was often the person Entrapta went to when she needed someone to listen to her nerdy rants or to assist her in an experiment. The others were too chicken after Catra was zapped one too many times.

Scorpia watched Catra for a moment.

"What about Adora?" She asked curiously.

Catra sighed, rolling her head back.

"I think I'm gonna leave her alone. Just not really feeling like it anymore. She never did anything wrong to me, so I guess I can cut her some slack."

"Thank gods." Lonnie groaned. "I was wondering when you'd cut the crap, you bitch."

Catra snorted, not offended in the slightest.

"Yeah. I do have a heart after all." She joked. "Who knew?"

Scorpia suddenly hugged her, giggling.

"See? You can be nice, Wildcat. I'm proud of you."

Catra lightly pushed Scorpia off, smiling.

"It's whatever."

"What made you change?" Lonnie asked, curiously.

Catra shrugged lamely.

"She just seems like she's having some trouble and I don't think it's fair to add to it. Plus, she seems nice, I guess."

Lonnie then smirked.

"You like her." She stated.

Catra glared at the older girl. Lonnie was leaning against the metal structure of the swings, arms crossed loosely.

"No, I don't. I just want to get to know her other than making fun of her."

Lonnie hummed.

Catra rolled her eyes, scuffing the ground with her shoes. She didn't like Adora. That dweeb was just mysterious to some degree, and kinda hot under all those rags. So? It was just a fact.

Catra wasn't attracted to her. Nope. Not interested.

She stubbornly made a point to not look at anyone, knowing they were looking at her. Not happening.

So yeah. Hope that this part made sense and that the pacing wasn't too fast. I did say I was trying to make it shorter than the last story. Lemme know what you guys think :)