Empty Bleachers || Catradora (Highschool AU) *ON HIATUS TEMPORARILY*

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Ten yards. Relatively weak defense. Only three seconds left. Piece of cake.

Like clock-work the play goes off without a hitch. The center snaps. Ball in her hand, Adora doesn't risk throwing it to another player. Safer with her, she bursts through the other team's defense with relative ease, smashing one particularly large linebacker to the ground. Sprinting as if her life depends on it Adora's foot meets the offensives touchdown zone and the schrimage is over.

"Whoo! Kick their asses!"

Adora felt herself turn a dark shade of red as her best friend screamed from the top of the bleachers. Without an ounce of sympathy for the blonde, Catra continued to cheer and yell obscenities as she jumped the fence down onto the field and made her way to the players who were crowding around the water jug like the desperate beggars they were.

"Were you even watching?" Adora couldn't help but smile.

"Oh, yeah, totally." Catra laughed, lying through her teeth. Y'know. Like a liar. "I saw the whole thing. You were all like fwoom, and then Kyle was like 'get back here,' and you were like pow, punched him, like 'not today fuc-"

"Adora." The two girls turned their attention to the tall, lean man walking towards them, clipboard and grimace glued to his face.

"Coach Hordak." Adora straightened up immediately, shooting a glance at Catra (something that portrayed a message of 'finish that sentence and I kill you slowly.')

"Nice job out there," Hordak said, still refraining from looking up from his clipboard. "Play like that on the field and you're looking at another outstanding season."

"Thank you sir!" Adora nodded, all professional like.

Loser, Catra thought in only the most endearing way possible. She couldn't help but smile at the serious expression on her friend's face, the way her blonde locks got in her eyes when she didn't fix her helmet hair, the way that when they talked after practice she was always a little out of breath. Catra would never say it out loud but she was head over heels for the big dumby.

Back in reality, Adora and Coach Hordak were discussing different techniques and other sportsy things that Catra considered jock gibberish.

"Alright cadet. Just make sure you get to the counselors office once you get changed." Hordak motioned vaguely towards the school buildings past the field. When Adora didn't respond immediately, he added, "Light Hope wants to have a talk with you."

"Oh..." Adora said as the coach walked away. She looked at Catra who seemed just as confused.

"Did he just tell you to talk to...Light Hope? Isn't she that new hippie counselor the school hired?" Catra asked.

Everyone in the school knew about Light Hope. She was one of those crazy teachers who tell you to call them by their first names but are practically ancient. She looked young for her age but she seemed to lack a sense of humor and would go off on tangents about the alignment of the stars or the balance of the universe when all you really wanted was to fix your schedule.

"What would she want to talk about?" Adora wondered outloud, her eyebrows furrowing as she ran the possibilities through her head. Was she in trouble?

"Hey," Catra punched Adora on the shoulder, "It's probably nothing. Don't sweat it."

"I am literally sweating buckets right now Catra."