“I’m only sitting because my boss is forcing me to,” I say with a smile. If Principal Newell looked at us now, he’d see us beaming at each other like a couple of weirdos. “Really? You didn’t miss me?” he asks, voice almost toying, like he wants to get something more out of me. “Nooooo, not at all. Did you miss me?” “I actually forgot you even existed! Funny, isn’t it?” he asks, still smiling.
