"To slip up and not be little miss perfect with a dark side all the time," Reeva explains quietly. The friends ears pick up a shrill scream from the bathroom, followed by a very distressed cheerleader dashing from the bathroom across the caferetria. Another shriek that vaguely contains the understandable words kool- aid is heard. Heads turn to watch her. When vanishes out of sight, a quite startled teacher asked what happened. A short time later, mmmyyy haaiirr echoes through the halls. Kissa keeps a straight face. Reeva however, is curled up as best as she can while still seating on the seat of the circular table. "Her hair. Her clothes, probably even her shoes," she manages to get out between guffales.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">David frowns slightly. Yes, she deserves something for for her ill treatment of people she deemed under her. He remembers that she had "accidently" spilled a bowl of vegetable soup in Reeva's lap last year. She had to have that pairs of jeans dry cleaned. "It will fade in a couple days. She'll be alright." Really, David couldn't hurt a fly.</span>