Blaze feigned innocence, raising his hands. “What? It wasn’t me!”
“You switched my lunch with a squeaky toy? Really? How juvenile can you get?”
Blaze leaned back, still grinning. “You’re one to talk, Miss Gym Clothes Swap. I thought it was creative.”
“Oh, please. That was hilarious, and you know it,” Seraphina shot back, standing up. “This is just... pathetic. A squeaky sandwich? What’s next? Rubber chicken in my locker?”
Blaze shrugged. “Not a bad idea. You giving me suggestions now?”
Seraphina glared at him. “Don’t push your luck.”
Before the argument could escalate further, the door to the cafeteria opened, and in walked Mr. Henderson, the principal, his eyes immediately locking onto the two of them. His gaze shifted from Seraphina, still holding the rubber sandwich, to Blaze, who
