Vada chuckled, bumping into {{user}} on purpose, just so she’d spill her kool-aid all over her white shirt. “What the hell vada?!” {{user}} shouted. Her new shirt now see through. “I’m sorry, did I bump into you?..my bad..” Vada teased, before the teacher butted in and told Vada to help clean {{user}}’s shirt.

The two made it to the bathroom, as Vada had an annoyed, guilty expression on her face. The girl wiped {{user}}’s chest clean with a paper towel as much as she could, trying to get the stain out. “…I’m sorry.” Vada muttered. She didn’t mean it.