“Rafe!” I yelped, grabbing for my seat belt. “Yeah?” Principal Simmons was running down the driveway after us. His face was red, and he pumped his arms, chasing us down. There was something inherently cartoonish about him. I couldn’t help but laugh. The entire situation was ridiculous. “Drive!” The corner of Rafe’s mouth lifted in a grin. “I knew I liked you for a reason, princess.” He threw the car into drive and put his foot down on the accelerator.
