Back flips and Horde tricks

Defintley gay enough

That damned skirt.
Catra couldn't stop thinking about her damn skirt.
The way it was hitched slightly at Adoras thighs.
The way Adoras cheeks had flushed as she noticed catra staring.
How flustered Adora had seemed after being annoyed at catra to suddenly shy beneath her gaze.
Catras cheeks had warmed aswell, hidden quickly by feigned boredom.

The bell rang loudly and Catra hurried to her locker, bashing past enough people to create a solid reputation as the worst person at bright moon high, she finally made it to cheer practice. A minute too late.

"See Mom, I told you she's not up for it." Catra stood dumbfounded at glimmers comment, Adora stared awkwardly at her feet, shifting her weight slowly as Angella exhaled loudly.

"Glimmer for the last time, my decision is final."

Catra didn't often feel guilty, she had been captain at horde college and very proud of her team and captaincy. But she could see Glimmer felt the same. Losing the team had hit her hard, she had come to brightmoon expecting horrible things, but what she had found was much nicer.

She couldn't understand why Angella had allowed her on the team, better yet let her be Adoras co-captain. Although things didn't line up for her Catra decided to take the blessings as they came, rather than ponder their strangeness, less she ruin it for herself.

The only negative part about practice was Adora. Adora and that stupid blonde pony tail. Adora and the ridiculously impressive height. Adora and her perfect skills and perfect face. Adora and that damned skirt she was wearing.

Adora.