Team Catradora

57 -Cornered

It was late when they got home, so unfortunately Adora didn't have time to connect with Catra. Instead, she paced her room, too worried to fall asleep. She found herself checking her phone every two minutes. In her head, she imagined the worst case scenarios happening while she was at home.

It wasn't until four that she fell asleep, but it wasn't for long. Her body was too used to waking up early, because she found herself awake at eight. In a weird way, she did kinda sleep in, because it was two hours earlier than when she usually woke up, after all. Seeing the time, and no text from Catra, left her worried. But that was ridculous, right? Maybe she was sleeping, or maybe her phone was on silent. She checked her settings fifteen times. It wasn't, okay then. Maybe Catra lost her phone, or something. 

Weaver couldn't have found out where Catra lived, right? 

Right?

Coffee burned her knee. Adora jerked, and more spilt, landing on her hand. She exhaled, resisting the urge to jerk the cup and spill more. Instead, she dropped it on the table. It rattled before settling. At least it could settle; Adora's hands shook slightly, so she clenched them to her chest. 

"You okay?" 

"My body is betraying me," Adora said, and she grabbed a cloth to wipe her hands. Her skin was still sore from where the coffee had touched her skin. "I need to look nice today, and what do I do? I burn these jeans." She sighed. 

"Hey, at least they're black. Nobody will see."

"But I will." Adora shook her head. "I'll need to change. What's something that says goodbye?"

Glimmer grimaced, leaning back in her seat. "Don't say that. Things could calm down."

"Or they could blow up." Adora rubbed her forehead, and paced. "This is all my fault..."

"Nope, don't say that. We're not going down that route again." Glimmer shook her head. "Not after everything you guys have been through."

"We might not have a choice," Adora said. "Should I go over?"

"It's eight in the morning."

"You're up."

"Well, I couldn't sleep." She shook her head. "Okay, maybe she's up. Maybe it's eating her up, too. But I don't want to risk her losing sleep on the off chance she's passed out on the couch right now. She's my friend too, and I want her to take care of herself."

"I hate it when you're right," Adora said. "Okay, fine. I can wait another hour, I guess."

"Good," she said. "How about I text Scorpia? She's usually as early as you."

Adora couldn't help it; she yawned. "Yeah, yeah, make fun of me. But I get things done. You can't deny that."

"No, I'm not making fun of you," Glimmer said. "But this seems all so premature. It's not like I've  been doxxed before, you know? I haven't given my numbers out online, I don't think. Even if I mention you or a Catra or whatever, she doesn't know exactly where in Brightmoon City I live. And there's like, a million people here. So she couldn't track me or her down, logically. So really, Catra running away doesn't make any sense."

"But what if?"

Her phone rang, and Adora startled. It was in her hand for one second, and the next, it fell facedown on the table. Glimmer was the one to pick it up, pressing the speaker button. "Hey, who is it?"

"I think you know."

Adora gripped the back of the seat. "Wrong number." She closed it so fast, her ears pounding. She looked over at Glimmer.